On Becoming a Waterfall

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Your cool waters fall 
effortlessly.
Saying come close to me, 
Be mine.

De-robed,
I approach.
Careful at first,
For your icy breath 
Brings a shiver down my spine.

You trickle towards me,
Urging me forward, 
So
Upwards I climb.
Into your droplets of spit.

I fit
Into you.
Quickly, 
Becoming you.

We merge,
You and I, 
Breasts in cool pools,
Moisture colliding, 
Combining,
Intertwining.

I am you, 
A mermaid,
On your rocks,
In your moss,
In your slime.

I glide
Through and in.

Softness and skin. 

We moisten together,
And let our waters fall.

Oh waterfall,
How wet I’ve become,
How drunk I’ve become,
On you.

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