More Liquid Lines

Butter ain't got smooth on this.
I'm talking foreverness.
How those lines drip so wet.
Tempting me I collect.
Precious drops one by one.
Till water fall has begun.
I quench my thirst after all.
With these liquid lines,
They feel me good.
These liquid lines,
Dance in my pulse.
As I ride them,
In a cascading rush.
Liquid lines,
Through and through.
O my liquid lines,
I want to have you.
Shaken and stirred,
Wide open and content.
This is what,
I said.
This is what,
I’ve meant.
Liquid lines,
I will light your fire,
I will raise your curtain,
I will not tire,
This I’m certain.
Till you’ve quenched,
Till you’re drenched.
FenniganT 5/22/10