Standing there
her silhouette
a perfect line to me.
She holds the quiet sky
a burnt cinnamon
watching the transition
taking notice
of the tiny changes.
This dry summer night
faint are the pinpoints
there in the sky,
her eyes,
pierce Mine.
Warm desert water
the language of life
the thirst is quenched
fists all spread out
held out in return.
She steps slowly
her sheer mini-robe
floats just on the surface.
I’m seriously drawn to her
sun-kissed shoulders
the contrast
My eyes meet hers
she dives forward
echoes bounce off walls.
Eager to feel
she swims super close
hands are free to cup
an undertow pulls at us
our body magnets
naturally attract
and turn.
I kiss her figure
the tip of her chin
she tilts and offers
her lifeblood
a vampire taking
of sorts.
First times
she’s feeding now
My immortal being.
The girl is soft
clinging to the edges,
in crystal clear water,
her toes dance
barely touching
the centuries muddied bottom.
She spins effortlessly
there in the desert river
pushing her bottom close
My hands to her hips,
thumbs to the tiny dimples
weightless
buoyant love-making
there at the beginning.
Out alone
on the side of the trail
sits this massive boulder
smooth from centuries weathering
the perfect place
to warm ourselves
on the evening earth.
A second push
the girl and her smile
eager eyes
wanting a release
she pushes downward,
as hands to fingers
interlace.
She bends slightly forward
with a hard kiss
clenching her center.
The night-sky erupts
suddenly alive
are the loud sounds
of nature
and us.
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