You should know
my physical wetness
&
the dryness of my internal
Have created a mixture warm in temperature
wanting you is like a nuclear explosion
natural chemistry
desiring you
you touch me before your fingers land on skin
dare I respond
the result of being drenched pales at the thought of
future tides crashing against my ocean
a place where you swim
backstroke against pleasure
flowing satisfaction
your stream pooling
then out seeps
rapture
Prohood © 2011