Early in the morning,
and in the late nights,
when the lights are all but gone,
and so are the ifs and mights,
my stream swells to a river,
aided by the storm,
demanding and entitled,
breaking through the walls,
I outpour my desires,
the wild and wilder falls,
and you, lover,
truly have no choice,
but to open wide and receive me,
into your yearning voice.
And so my waves rush
to meet you at the center,
louder and harder
with every of their beat,
I feel your skin channelling my water,
rhythmical pulsating,
the tremble in your whisper,
dash, dash, dash!
don't hold back now woman!
for you are that heat,
that water under pressure,
who brings about release,
so sweet,
so wanted by the flesh.
