like
a trickle 
from mountain rain 
it starts ......

my
Desire

a quiver of droplets
converging together
coursing through my body 
consuming my thoughts
babbling down my contours
into my valleys
soaking my senses 
with lust
growing in need
shuddering across rocks
rapidly gaining in momentum
uncontrolled
in a frenzy of whitewater 
finally 
reaching the drop
tantalising 
at the very brink
pulsing 
with waves of pleasure 
before plunging 
headlong over the edge
in a waterfall of longing
falling into the abyss
of fantasy

flooding 
        the river
               with 
                     my song

(C) Pixievic