Wet

I want you to
penetrate me
with your cold
and soft shafts
of light.

I want to feel
you wet
and reaching
out to me
from beneath.

I’ll let your
waters lap
at me
until I am
open, and
charmed.

Extended,
and arched,
my heated limbs
are cradled
by your
gentle arms.

Waking,
I shiver
off your cold
and find
my hair
drizzled with
your dew.

God,
let me feel
your warmth
again.