Emotions cradle, raw explosive nature
desires of unaware raptures, blood boils
from thoughts exploding in her mind, it rages
through her body,.... her extreme need to be fed...

Her hunger burns like sulfuric acid and eats away her soul
the pure tingling on her skin, that makes her whimper
within his presence, as it warms to the touch as her
hands glide oh so gently that ends at her mouth....

Burning with memory, watering and longing
with the sounds of nature untamed in her ear, holding
so much, her moans for him materialized singing her tune
like two wooden stakes being stroke for a fire, her body molten....

Her lips tremble, she sees him turn, she melts, pulse races
he stands there, her heated ecstasy  smothers, lives
and breathes, the warmth of the earth, sweats drip
on her beautiful creation, in her mind....

Her natural release ....

Debbie Brooks 2014