It is a quarter past June, and already it seems like a record setting summer. Sprinklers and the scent of chlorine filled pools, as I walk in my street-worn shoes to my sanctuary.
The lifeless blacktop park where my will and the heat-embracing pavement meet. A well-manicured backyard tree hangs its verdant leaves just over its owner’s fence. Like a lifeline for life reaching out to me.
I stick and I move, as the sweat cleans the dirt and despair from my face. Like a sunshine superman, I drink UV rays into my bones. Alone I feel whole. The disinfecting flames of summer have begun to melt the cold rot encasing my soul.
Embrace the light from the sun, because one day we will plead with darkness to feel it on our face once more.
I peel back your skin then I press my tongue against the folds of your flesh juices flow endlessly into my mouth your flavors my soul savors as I skillfully finesse my tongue, fingers and teeth in the depths of your crevasse immersed in your sweet nectar, the scent stains my breathe with a scent that is so unique, I can't wait to taste the rest.