The desert has a way of letting you
read it’s mind, tasting it’s parched lips,
cracked as I run my lips across it….
I am so thirsty, salty delicious, primal,
exploring papered roads, yellowed,
adorned by fingertips…..
Worn and used, I love the way
you save me for a rainy day….
Eyes tease, nibble, leaving earthly
flesh….
I wonder where all my bones went,
buried, decayed, played upon
vulgar consumption….
I prickle, tickle, reaching for the
sun, my personal slaughter on the
alter, citrus kisses running down
between my legs, causing me
to smile for miles…..
Wider, wilder, burn devour,
baked, crunchy in your mouth…
Night comes, spreading me in white,
now I sleep as you dry in crannies,
fanny up, waiting, perched for you to insert…..
Daniel
I am astounded by the truth in your words. What a gift you have.
angelicdarkness70
Thank you so much, am honored and humbled:)