Water Down Your Neck

Trickling slowly,
With big, thick droplets,
Following the curves of your extended neck,
My eyes stay locked in on its movement,
Joining other droplets as it makes its descent,
Steady and assured,
Your hand on my waist, your breath in my ear,
But my gaze never leaves your neck,
As it gathers momentum,
Along with my increasing heart rate,
Passion I have never felt,
A deep gut gasp for air,
I don’t know if I have ever felt this way before,
But as the water gathers at your collarbone,
I am caught up,
Feelings so deep I’m not sure what to do with it,
Should I tell you it all,
Like gathering water?
Or should I let it slip away and down the drain?
Nov 2021- R1