UNANSWERED QUESTIONS

Unanswered Questions

By Tom Squitieri

It is said its wetness lures

That Domina will share the fire

Come meld in my dance

 for you know it what we need, 

we desire, we want, 

our sunrise of joy....

A little sparkle never killed anyone

As I follow you into the shower

The water ensures we get closer and closer

Until what wetness is from the outside

And which from the inside

The night has its special allure and promise, 

of which no one but you touches me 

as you say “now.”

And then comes the morning rise, 

with encores to abound