RAVAGING LUST

RAVAGING LUST

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Taxi’s the cloud

gray amber burst to form midnight

beauteous woman laying gleaming

and the saliva

in my mouth goes dry and parching

I am thirsty

for your wondrous kiss.

Movement

under my arms as I walk with you

nests this creation called love.

Nested are the heartbeats

sequestering imagining

of your hair

dangling and eyes shimmering.

I cannot say enough to explore

the fathoms

of what I feel in this instance.

Moist ground

from a rain before, deciding you are

the elegance

of a perfumes alabaster 

as natural

as the scent of Gods earth upon me.

Folk guitar I cannot play

but folk in heart

I will give you all that I am.

Come- let us continue this walk

and into the horizon of eyes

we will peer along

and touch the hands of God.

Dressing a woman

or undressing a woman

I shant

think of these waves, but

to touch you

would mean the world to me.

Up on my horse

the stead to the farmhouse …

windows agape

fresh on our bodies soaking the air…

… entwined by our nude and ravaging lust.