Treasure Island

george albot


Drought


I'm still thirsty for you
I need you to deliver your liquid of love to me
You need to let it fall freely without restriction
Be my oasis, let me bath and splash in the limitless supply
Of you moist well that flows to me

Not every stream is limitless but it seam
To be able to flow when I ask
So let me draw your moisture out
So that I can be quench
From your salty weir
Now let me paddle and squelch
In my bare feet in the puddles of you

How nice that feels to be enticed
With the warmth of your salt weir
But how far dare I go before the flooding
Off your lust engulf me with the passion
That will drown me because of the
Unquenchable thirst that I have for you

Let my hunger be bathed by you
Washes by you
Kiss by you
XXX
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Submitted: Monday, March 18, 2013

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