Oblivious to the rest of the world,
My mind devious as he brushed back a curl.
Black tips exploring,
Soft lips imploding,
As we let humid thoughts unfurl.

Fingers land just off the grass on sweet thorns,
To counterpart my luminous corns.
Like rain on sand,
Like a fish on land,
Feels unreal like stars in the early morns.

Tentacled creepers wind around the vulnerable tree,
After sweeping black cascades over valleys free
Spicy honeysuckles fall still,
As they shadow the hill,
And they move on to darken knolls as they agree.

Yawning caverns filled with awoken bats
Cause chaos and whispers through the cracks.
Like the first breaths of life,
When impatience is no vice,
Reticence falls away outside steel vats.

As the wind runs over the dunes,
As he plays and strums and croons
Fingers running through the grass,
Smoke melting on the glass,
While we lay underneath the half moon.