Dew Drop
that was what you were
wetting my lips so
momentarily
before escaping again
As I waited and waited
patiently for more
and the thirst within me
grew and grew . . .
until it consumed all of me.
The fleeting silky touch
and the faint aroma
that brought back memories
sweet and spicy
turned back again into a memory.
Your warmth still embraces me
as desires awaken again
and the consuming thirst heightens
as the fight begins again between
me and this ocean of insatiety around me.
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