Wet

98 percent of me

drips and dribbles sensuality.

Of thoughts plumbed deep,

breath halted fear

that dips my well of fantasy.

 

Want brings me wet

to shameful tear.

Is it sin that swims within

the stream of my dreams?

In the wake of my sea.

 

Liquid lingers as desire

tempting me to touch,

my swollen river rapture…

So my wanton waters run,

delivered drowned as I’m undone.

 

 

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