Moon Flesh
An afternoon etched in his mind,
Clothes peeled
from rain-drenched skin.
Tongue tastes Moon Flesh.
Wet.
Soaked with sweat
… and dirt.
Purity Divine.
Heavy Heat
Tangled feet
Unmasked
and Above Covers
Hungry eyes
Meet quivering thighs
lips part
O
Soft moans
ooh
ooh
Over before beginning
He leaves silently as the moon sleeps.