The Wandering Wet

Fingers

Were made to wander

Like wetness between legs

Seems to always find

Its way around the bed, once it's

Onto fingers

Becoming haphazardly spread

Or pressed

Into sheets

Don't worry- I'll make more

Deep inside

A non verbal reminder from my body

To yours, I'm hungry

Famished, baby

Don't worry- if you get sticky

You can bathe in the stream

This body's all water

The river runs through me

Reviews

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Well, this makes you sweat...laughing. The river runs through, into a deep passionate ocean in this piece. Very sensual, dear poet.