I
comb your tumble weed crown and
I see wrinkles that crease your smile and
I feel tanned skin from desert winds.
Brown freckles litter your face.
I travel down your neck to the oasis pool
between arched collar bones and I drink.
I move closer to your stomach that
slopes down to a lush valley where fireflies dance.
I crave to taste your hair, your mouth, your fingers.
Your skin strikes me like lighting on sand and a
solid fragrance glows deep within my body.*