Halls of the Dark Muse

Peach Fuzz

I lay among the groves
see the tree tops spanning above
limbs interlocked, filtering the sun
so only the most gentle warmth
may kiss with a lovers
welcome lips upon my skin

Soft the grass beneath me
a thousand little fingers
probing sensually with gentle strokes
over a million responsive
nerve endings

The coolness of the wind
a tongue to lap across
every inch of my yielding flesh
leaving nothing yet untouched

My own secret heaven
rocking me in ecstasy
I close my eyes
and arch my back

A distant rolling thunder
of pleasure begins a vibrating hum
throughout my body, beginning to tremble
in the coming earthquake

The leaves blow around me
rubbing, touching, brushing
against me in unexpected intimacy
excites me further

The sweet nectar
against my lips
I lavish in it
feeling the breaking come near
like a sudden storm unleashed

In a flood of spring rains
I shudder, convulsing, release
left within a confused delighted
haze, feasting on my fruit.