Drenched

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I can’t wait to be drenched
Rain pouring on my skeleton
and wind shouting in my face
until the cold takes my balls

I can’t wait to be drenched
Sun slapping my raw skin
and the smell of my organs cooking
until my feet melt to a fungus

I can’t wait to be drenched
In the splashback from a urinal
and I swim back to the booth I’m stuck in
until I’m totally drowned in that gentleman’s piss

I can’t wait to be drenched
As the sweat floods from your thighs
and my nose is some scrunched up snorkel
until we drown beneath the featherbed

I can’t wait to be drenched
This endless dryness has cracked my lips
and all I taste is the dust of my blood
until my lungs are a sandbag of lust