Droplets by Anonymous

Drip
Drip
Drip

The sound of moisture hitting the fridged stone floor.
Streams of glistening moisture highlighting the tone of muscle.
The rise of veins.
Making visible the quivering with each heart beat.
The sound of air rushing into lungs.
The comparative roar against sch absolute silence.
Such impenetrable darkness.
Such tentative breaths.

Drip
Drip
Drip

The faint smell of salt,
Sweet surrender in a droplet
Leaks from the edges of the mask
Bondage of the senses
Serenity in isolation
The black as bright as a spotlight
To heighten every stimuli.


Drip
Drip
Drip

The thickened wetness that bleeds out,
Condensed arousal and need,
The milk of frustration.
Embodiment of desire.
A rod of steel that weeps in desperation
Under her bemused gaze
Patiently
Longingly
hopefully
Hers.