Like a desert,
Its was all plane,
Few curves down that he touched in his hands,
Few bumps up that he blew making me shiver,
Like a desert,
Soft,
And the sand is melting in his hands,
Hot,
The temperature in my body rises when he enters,
Like a desert,
It was all empty and he was thirsty,
He was lust in search for water,
Skimming the desert skillfully in search for a bush that all his needs and satisfaction lies behind,
And as he got closer and I could not stay still the desert blew its wind,
He closed his eyes and sucked all the water that he found in me,
But he wanted more,
Sips of water weren’t enough for him,
He wanted oceans.
In a desert full of arousal now he dug, and dug,
and dug to burst all of my love to drink it in one sip,
One sip that gave life for me, for the desert,
One sip and he left,
Left the desert with all its sweat lying there sit still, breathless,
Begging for more,
Begging for another discovery,
Begging for his intimation and love once more,
But it was too late, he walked to the Pacific.
Author : Tia Almashtoub
