i know so well what wet feels like

in early mornings rise

in zealous flow at perfect sea

between sweet yielding thighs

and in soft glow of wanting pearls

that puddle at my say

and pool at once at firm behest

in slickly yielding way

i know so well how wet wins out

in breathless writhing need

in moistened hope of taming tongue

to stop that endless bleed

and in small taste of lovers dew

in salted disarray

i pluck at nearly perfect worlds

where sugared petals lay

in seas of hope where lovers want

and waves crash into sky

and clouds of need explode

in raining love of you and i