Wet
The sound of your breathing is mellifluous.
Your movements are liquid.
Tension flowing like fluid.
Body language eloquent,
you've become so fluent.
When you speak I'm deliquescent.
I'm ruined, dissolved: extricate in your resolve to see me evolve.
Evaporate. Exhaust.
Frost has engulfed my spine, I'm lost in the fog that has invaded my thoughts.
Is it raining inside these walls?
This room is flooding.
The gulf can't be wetter.
The air in here, is sweet as nectar.
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