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.