this is a season of drought
yet here i sit in a bath
full of water
guilty pleasure for a girl
with a guilty conscience
let this elemental baptism
cleanse my sinner's soul
sweat beads boil and bubble
on my brow
my breasts
the nape of my elegant neck
coaxing out the impure thoughts
the unclean desires
that make up my insides
thrusting and pulsing through my limbs
coursing through my cunt
salivating wetness
awaiting foul kisses
and hot beer-soaked breath
water wash over me
end this damnable dryness
purify my womanhood
and make lush groves
where long the cacti
have held prickly parliament
make me into a mermaid
fair and ferocious
give me the song of your sirens
so i can open wide my mouth
and howl at the moon
and the man in my room
to come love me
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