The Wet Desert

One Man, One Woman, One Moment.

Photo by Thiago Rebouças on Unsplash

Her love for me was seasonal
But with the depletion of our communication links, it became optional
Her breasts are young and active
Ready to jiggle and raise my cock
Not forgetting her smooth touch
Skillful
And
Precise

If we met
And when we met
Our bodies gravitated towards naked bliss
Cheek to cheek
Hip to thigh
Heart beat to heart beat
We spoke one language
Lust

Moan to groan
Kiss to lick
We explored
To satisfaction
Turning every hip
Spreading every ass
And filling every hole enough
Until the next time we met