Its About Her
It’s about when running wands across valleys
only the travel of sweet, damp skin
It’s about when a man may feel rise in need
only when laying nearby nature
It’s about when a skilled hand may hold center
feeling an internal wrath release
It’s about when hungry mouths can taste each other
sweet sugar of forbidden nectar
it’s about when we might finally encounter
our own deep thrusts, helpless
to our desire.
It’s about when later in the twilight of night,
I will wake up to your eyes,
we begin again.