Lost Poem nineteen ninetysomething

Liquid won't leave me..........
Water still wants me............
Haunts Taunts Insinuates undulates...........
invigorates motivates...........
I can't shake it of late

Swimming in subtlety
diving in diversion
pools of pleasure....
....no pressure.........No pressure.
Irridescent incantations invoked
in incandescent illumination
incites inundation, invites irrigation....
.... No pressure, no pressure."