His Wanting Is Like the Wave

                           His wanting is like the wave

                                   that laps the silence of the shore,

                           His breath is like the soft, soft breeze

                                   that leaves you wanting more,

                           His touch so softly as a sponge

                                   returning back to form,

                           Felt, but maybe not,

                                  and then desiring more,

                          His kisses are like water

                                  upon the thirsting soul,

                          Parched lips, dry eyes

                                  I drink and drink,

                          My  love,

                                 unquenchable.

                                                   s.k. lindeman