Cool Water

The memory of
Hungry lips and
Rough hands has
Faded too quickly

The overwhelming
Flood of feeling
That drowned me
Gone in a flash

Tossed and tumbled
Carried along on
Careening waves
Now stranded

My parched tongue
Aches for the
Cool water that
Promised satisfaction

But left me exposed
Alone in the desert
My thirst piqued
Instead of slaked

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