DRIZZLE

Touch me. The dew of your caressing-finger-tips glazes the small of my back. You lay it on, thick as cold honey and smooth as warm liquid-milk-choco-late. Then the inner me journeys to realms of fire and ice, stone and lava...


Hold me. The hair on your massive arms tickles me silly, with a feather-light stroke, here and there and I giggle; and giggle; breathe. Giggle and giggle-giggle-giggle; breathe-breathe-breathe. Giggle and giggle, until I can breathe no more...

Love me. The kisses that you steal throw me into a whirlwind of ecstatic, electrically charged and explosive atoms; they throw me this way and that way, upwards, they push me downwards, so that I remain in my own little, yet expansive capsule, forever a slave to your raw energy.
Then you smother me with so much tenderness, so much un-hinged emotion that my heart and soul yearn...for YOU...

And at the instance that I declare my unflinching allegiance to you; At the very stroke of the hour, when I throw my hands up in utter relinquishment;

At the very moment that your ocean seems to have engulfed me... I will not falter. I will not drown. But I will drink in all the beautiful elements of your powerful ocean of love; the cold honey & the warm liquid-milk-chocolate; the fire, the ice; the stone & the lava...

I will gulp your salt waters down and loose myself in my incessant fits of hairy, feathery-induced giggles.

And when I have ingested EVERY drop of YOUR ocean-potion, WE will become ONE...

Then I no longer feel restricted by your ocean, for it is now a part of me and the droplets of that ocean of yours will be but a drizzle; as we walk hand-in-hand, side-by-side, for all of eternity.