Deep trickle
and
the
gasping
homecoming.
Where
passion connects,
blossoms
and
Explodes,
barbarian, primitive
and
intoxicating
inside
the mind
and
grinding thighs.
There is a rainbow
within
your eyes
and
happy teardrops
upon
your delirious face
as
the flood
exhales
and
draws itself back
ready
to burst
its musky banks
over and over
again.
I can taste us
upon you
as we roll and target
within
these
rough and tender waves.
Locking
and releasing
until
finally beaching,
together,
side by side,
upon each others
soft, warm
and
delicate shores.