There's a luscious place I go.
It's a short hike,
not far,
to this raging cascade.
So deep,
deep,
way deep,
deep
up in a manicured forest.
And there I tumble,
I roll over and over
into a dreamy
state,
the inner parts of my mind,
with thoughts of butterscotch,
your chocolaty kisses.
Then one by one,
I drop
into your stream,
I flow over the rocks,
down inside
your precious
shaking-thighs.
I miss that place,
that sweet
waterfall.