Wet, again…

See… last night I knew what was happening

So I held tight to the door so it would not budge

But this morning with you gone, I opened it wide

And stepped into the memories and I realized

I

Realized that I was….



See….last night you brought back that awakening

Of self

the part forgotten under work and son and moving

Forward

But last night I rested from that grind and allowed you

You ,

to release within me

Sweet words,

Cause you made me….



See, see… your poetic hand stroked me hard

And made me moan the words

Not once, not twice, not…

How many times was it again?

Too many to count as your seduction made my

Creative toes curl and

the hair stand straight to salute inspiration

and the seductress  within ease forward for,

more so I could be….



Writhing inside my aching fingers traveled the key board,

kissing the keys reverently as I tried to get you to

come

to, with,

for me

the way you had

me

(Sigh).

Had me…..



See…, this morning

this morning I took all of you in,

And allowed you to glide in,

And even slower, out

Just so I could sigh and say

Repeatedly,

Joyously…wet, again.