Kiss me endless.
Tongues like wild grass tips.
Watch the sky overhead take it off,
blue mesh panties,
pops of inner thigh clouds,
the way the waves carry lightning
when they slap troughs.
The way the night chorus moans aloud.
Let there be ecstasy this twilight,
loss of all but white light.
Until the sun, out of breath, traces the outline
of the bluest mountain tops,
a cuddling lover,
raising a ridge-line of goosebumps,
cooling the fevered flesh,
extinguishing
the blazing fire.
©2024 | K.F. Hartless
Cover Art: “Verbena Vespers” Jo and Jan Moore Romancing The Stone
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