In discourse...
He: there are times when your writes inspires me
There are times when I glimpse
Beyond your veil
Yet, I restrict myself
To words
She: you don't need an inspiration
You flow like an uncharted river
Clearing everything in its path
Transporting us to oceanic depths
He: rivers are dangerous
It has currents as well
She: dangerous, entices, she replied
He: then swim in mine...
She: I don't swim in other's currents
I drag them to mine
I don't grant death
Till I am satiated
In the orgasmic currents...
He: whether it's your unchartered waters
Or mine
I will swim in yours
'Till the twain shall meet in the seas'.
© LR