I was lost in the Bermuda triangle It was like Egypt in a sea of flesh the great pyramid ******* in all surrounding life A tilted triangle I thought circumscribed around your hunger but you knew my weakness Told me it was a fig fresh succulent sweet so I bit into its sweetness leaving my smile on your thighs Told me it was a grapefruit You were right I bent down and tasted it pink juicy kind of sweet kind of **** I ate every section lingering around the center with my tongue There were tremors in your skin as I swallowed your body as you swallowed my hardness as your body swallowed the milk of my trembling I came to Egypt I came in the great pyramid between sky and sand The Pharaohs were waiting for us You were waiting for me I visited the pyramids in Mexico and was jungled in like green-iguana-slowness like Asian fever sweet and sweaty swollen like an anaconda moving in and out digesting the heat of a fresh **** In Sudan, the Saharan winds shatter the pyramids into pieces I lick their dryness like a cat its fur let the heat burn my bowels Now there are tremors on my skin I exhale breath of wet fire into your lips and rain down upon your body like night crashing into the surf like sweat pouring into the sea like sand screaming into the wind I even became the wind so as to enter every part of your smoothness slipping past even your seditious skin The wind has no mercy
We draw shapes in the morning light with our naked bodies while only the birds cover us with their fluttering wings made of the down of your brown belly I tasted that too like Indian velvet like a Bahian feast of papayas maracaja and guarana Da danca do mar In Brazil the sensuous sun seeps into the scorched sand where our form was and cuts through the hot flesh of the earth
To the center where all desire has fused has seeped through the surface