Humid Desperation

Earthy, musky, sexy.
Warmth and wetness that fingers seek.
Nuzzling mouth, naked, save for a five o'clock shadow.
Maybe a mouth rouged with pink or red.
How it searches through an expanse of curled bush. Tasting and smelling and being thrilled
How a tongue can become erect and flutter, collecting dew like blades of grass. Amazing hummingbird dances.

I will not dare close my eyes to the sight of someone pulled deep past my brown and into my pink.
Epicenter of delightful feeling. Suckling, grazing, gazing up and into me.
Sucking until I am reduced to fluid movement and guttural moans. Maybe squeaks and purrs and rigid spine. Quaking thighs, fingertips digging across shoulders and scra ping across ears.
Or tugging on feminine nipples.
Before an ocean contained with in me baptizes this person into one of the faithful worshipers of Venus in the flesh.

Venere, Venere, how one can pray to become prey to fickle divinity just for a taste of heaven between dewy, soft, dark lips.

Earthy, musky, sexy.