Little Trickles

Streams and springs dry with time
As vast oceans forget
to feed them with little trickles

I evaporate in your forget fullness
Dry up in your neglect

And here he is again
his magic words
making my streams flow full
moistening my thighs
with his slick hot voice

i have never yearned
as he makes me yearn
i have never ached
as he makes me ache

-never does he forget-
i need those little trickles