Wind grazes my thighs and the dirt feels warm between my toes and I am hard as I stand by the riverbank.
I know the water is warm because I created the river. I created the trees too and the sound of their voices as they whisper.
My heart races to understand what I can never understand. That is something I cannot create. I can merely attempt to control. And control changes day by day.
I’d like you here. Naked. As you are.
I would love to feel your hand in mine. Synchronized stepping into the river and feeling the water rush around us.
Envelope us.
Are you as aroused as I am?
Would an orgasm curb my racing heart, the perfect storm, the war drum of anxiety and depression?
Will you do something for me? Would you make yourself come for me? Would you stare into my eyes as you do? So I can see the gift that no one else sees?
I’d like to play alongside you.
And then…once all is said and done and we are flustered feeling feral little things…will you lay on your back alongside me.
Will you trust the water to shape you
And guide you
And make you
For me
And for the journey forward.
I think I’d like that
I think I’d like to see those water beaded tits of yours.
I think you center me.
Understand me.
Calm me.
Or maybe I am the river and there’s either no stopping it or I should just learn to control my war drums.
Either way. Will you join me as I set sail with the river?
Will you curl up to me and wrap your hand round my waist?
Will you fall asleep with me
together in the river?
