You, Too?

     
In today’s rain and wind, I took myself    
In hand, the razor's edge to barren flesh    
As ste’el took to skin, I thought of you      
     
In every scrape of froth and hair removed,    
With bitten sting of newly naked flesh,    
Would you be fond in form and length revealed?    
     
The thoughts of you I found a hardened state,    
A balm applied rejuvenating want,    
Needing the moisture of your sacred flow.    
     
A grip, familiar and too often used,    
For moment’s gifted grace of your queen’s grant,    
I would forsake and know it nevermore.    
     
I took erupting therms between my lips    
To weigh the salty, sweet and bitter taste.    
Is this a thirst that you as well would quench?    
     
With wind and rain today I took myself,    
In every gain I pondered you as well,    
And thought, how would it be to take you, too?