Soaked, Inebriated, Frantic and Parched

And then suddenly 

there I stood,

Wet and intoxicated off of your touch. 

Our moves were so casual, so natural,

That it seemed like we’d had years of practice.

Like our bodies had always intertwined.

It felt like every moment

in between when our lips parted

to when they buzzed back together

was nothing more than duly filled time.

But our moments were ephemeral

and I was left shivering and weak. 

Soaked and inebriated 

seemed to be all I could be when you were there.

And frantic and parched 

every time that you left.