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