Waterway Wanderings by Lorretta
This Publication is Sexually Explicit
Waterway Wanderings
Transcript:
Two months in, I need to cool off
we spend our first weekend apart. Your lingering musk
melds with wet earth of newly awakened
ephemeral waterway. Thick arms of
unblinking eucalypts, like stony nightclub security
sink phone signal. It’s for the best
I can’t reach you – I’d only message how
I intend to fuck you, in excruciating detail
Curious yellow-cheeked cockatoos survey
my intentions. This stream is knee
deep – I shed clothes and apprehensions.
The rhythmic rise and fall of its unabated flow
mud squelching between toes
is like your considered caress, when, with chests still heaving
you wipe me up with bedside tissues of eucalyptus
Time is an agonising trickle for snagged debris, flittering
and flapping frustrations. I yearn to give myself entirely –
show you the sacred feminine which only trust can
open. On my belly, I wait and wallow, press flesh against hard rock
let thoughts and fingers wander as I lap at mineral
water – would swallow every inch, if
it tasted like you
Fingertips weave spells
casting thousands of intensifying miracles, I’m backstroking my way
to you, stroking
and stroking
‘til I’m back beneath you, where I rest –
knees upon your shoulders as you lick the stream
from my lips, telling me
I’m home
