The late summer sun a gentle warmth, like a tongue, teasing sweat, the moisture of sex. Rich golden light kissing the shadows, bathing lips, wide and wet, the thick scent of lust. Fullness of touch, rays, boughs and fingers one, callings left to dreams. Quiet comes, beneath the grand blue, toes as comfortable as roots, and aloneness in this great solitary breath.
No comments:
Post a Comment