It wasn’t all orgasms

We left trails of sand across our wonderland

Filling valleys in the earth

Void of moisture and love

I waded towards the light dancing across the lovely angle of your lips.

The veil of sweet pea blanketing your chest

Or more importantly the beat of your breast

The baritone beat that colored a land of

Epinephrine dreams

Flooded ravines

But it wasn’t all orgasms and butterflies.

Wine spills over sand

As LUSTful eyes connect

Powder rocks drip religiously to the lips

Clawed fingers hollowed neck

curved lips in disgust as a chest beats fear into every step.

Every scent.

But it wasn’t all orgasms and butterflies.

It wasn’t all orgasms and butterflies.