Wet

5th January, 2017|, |Denise Carruthers|

98 percent of me

drips and dribbles sensuality.

Of thoughts plumbed deep,

breath halted fear

that dips my well of fantasy.

 

Want brings me wet

to shameful tear.

Is it sin that swims within

the stream of my dreams?

In the wake of my sea.

 

Liquid lingers as desire

tempting me to touch,

my swollen river rapture…

So my wanton waters run,

delivered drowned as I’m undone.

 

 

10 Comments

  1. Pi ("π") on 5th January, 2017 at 4:10 am

    “Is it sin that swims within?”

    I wonder that too.

    Reply
    • denise0904 on 5th January, 2017 at 4:16 am

      lol… let me know when you find out

      Reply
  2. emotionsoflife2016 on 5th January, 2017 at 4:16 am

    Wow nice

    Reply
  3. jamesmatthewbyers on 5th January, 2017 at 4:30 am

    OMG!!! That was sooooo wonderfully written!!! Very erotic. Sensuality permeated every word.

    Reply
    • denise0904 on 5th January, 2017 at 5:25 am

      Thank you my friend. Your praise! *blushing*

      Reply
  4. j matthew waters on 16th March, 2017 at 1:16 am

    wonderful poetry denise

    Reply

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