Dew Drop
      that was what you were 
      wetting my lips so
      momentarily
      before escaping again

As I waited and waited
      patiently for more 
      and the thirst within me 
      grew and grew . . . 
      until it consumed all of me.

The fleeting silky touch 
      and the faint aroma 
      that brought back memories 
      sweet and spicy
      turned back again into a memory.

Your warmth still embraces me 
      as desires awaken again
      and the consuming thirst heightens
      as the fight begins again between 
      me and this ocean of insatiety around me.