Your torso, built like the sturdiest tree,
dips its branches into me.
I lull below you waiting as water will,
for your gentle touch to enliven my empty spaces.
I'm still as glass until the gale swells
leaving my spine shivering with restless yearning.
I spin into myself,
as a spark in the sky causes a tempest,
which pushes your body closer to mine.
My alabaster flesh brands into you,
as your lips hungrily brush across my bones.
They melt beneath your breath,
into creamy pools of white milk.
I become limp with a kind of pleasure that sends all sound back through
the barriers, and strips all light from the iris of the eye.
Every crevice, every arch, aches for the warmth of your mouth;
for your eyelashes to flutter across my stomach, as birds do,
while grazing the land.
Into altered states and blue lagoons, we rush through.
Our flushing cheeks dipped in juice,
my skin wet, sweating like cactus in the heat.
Your moist tongue travels down my ribs where
our soft and silent promises blend.
Oh, pulsate your love through my veins and into every cell!
I am the river, while you the tree, turning my silk into rapid
streams. Flowing rapidly, wild and aimlessly free.
My fingertips tug at your sandy blond locks, pulling you close as we
merge into the underworld, our eyes dancing and entwined, with words already said.
Enticing are you and ravenously hungry am I,
for every ounce of your strength I want wrapped on top my flesh.
And the stubble of your beard to caress and scrape my neck.
Gasping and trembling beneath you, the world becomes an orange sun,
the waves burst from the shore, my body pulsates with delight and
spews sighs of contentment.
You know me like no other has known me.
For the enchantment we create has no end,
as the hankering travels through my blood
and I want you once again.
You are my tree and I am the river beneath you.
