Your sweet whispers formed the rain
that flooded my drought.
A velvet caress from the wind to my lips -
for a moment I could taste
your delicate fog on my tongue.
I have never inhaled with such longing.
A desperate mortal softness
soaking through my flimsy bones and skin.
Please think before you place your hand in mine.
Are you ready?
I want to convey - the shockwave -
trickling through the cracked fountains
of my brittle veins.
Transcend my essence with your
lightening fingertips.
My dried up foundation
once crumbled and decayed.
You could remedy me,
but only if you choose to believe -
that my love cannot discern the boundaries
of our mere humble humanity.
Choose wisely -
for my parched soul still screams
when you touch your mouth to mine.
A blood simmering fawning -
when you lower your eyes to catch my gaze -
I'm your devoted audience.
When I surrender to the blue pallette
that they are generously offering.
Drench me with your most thrilling serene -
and flood into me your soul's
sensational honesty.
I will be rendered transformed -
from your drowning drops on my skin.
Will you make me beg you?
To both invigorate and haunt me.
© Merrr