Wet

I'm wet down there.
Your mouth's
Dry up there.

So what are you
Waiting for?

Quench your thirst.
Let the passions
Burst.

Let me know -
What goes second?
What comes first? !

The lips and tongue
Race along -
To sing us a copious
Night song.

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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