Wet Fantasies

Wet are my eyes
Wet is my lips
Disheveled is my tresses, 
Disoriented my senses 
With fantasies to chromatically sin.

Icing you with the milk of love, 
Rousing your virility with fervent desire 
I crave to snuggle under your power.

Where you give copiously 
And I receive with ravenous lust
Moaning in euphoric bliss 
We merge together in fleshy bonfire.

Where the heart craves
Where the soul cries
To be ensconced in the esteemed depths 

Wet is my earth
Now that you have seeded me
Even only in fantasies.

“Wet is the person who reads the accomplished poet

Wet are his dreams….drenched he is in sweat from the wet prospect

Wet are his eyes….longing for the unison he could never get”