Succumb To Me

A rather erotic journey with nature.;)

On a thirsty winter morning,
I saw a purple patch of dew-,
slid my tongue, beckoning,
as the veins lit senses anew.

Cleansing my thirst, I gazed upon the wayward sky,
enticing in its complexion, alluring in its texture,
as numb hands bristled unsuccessfully, a weary sigh,
not content with the distance, irresistible want for pleasure.

Searching,
for a branch to slid my tendrils,
to grasp the running gale,
yet, the cruel wind escapes,
painfully increasing the thrill,
leaving behind a scented trail.

Drifting, as salinity slithers caressing wet lips,
deepening the want, fingers cut naked,
thriving for skin, for fulfilling untouched bliss,
wanting not just pleasure, but a joy sacred.

You respond,
embellishing mundane treasures,
teasing, and yet when I grasp, its beyond,
again, out done, deprived of that pleasure.

Patience running out,
thresh madly and run deeper into abyss,
thrusting the gale, dew running all about,
pleasure sought, and found my sacred bliss.

Content,
I challenge the elements that came,
to surrender me again, pale and numb,
as smirking, in your own game,
will make thee succumb.