Early morning sunshine
Finds me sleepy and sexy,
Lying naked in bed.
I rub my skin with oil.
Like rain to parched earth.
My womanhood is a withered vine,
Dying of thirst in the vast white expanse of desert
that is my body.
I hear the deep voice of my lover.
And in my empty room, he is there,
Big and dark and strong.
I imagine it is him caressing me.
His fingers, his hands
Sliding over my skin,
Reading my life story
Written there, in folds and valleys.
The room is quiet.
I cannot find voice for my pleasure,
Even though I am alone.
Somewhere deep inside,
The river of life
Has been dammed into a still pool,
Waiting patiently to flow again
And make the cactus bloom.
Come to me,
Patient lover.
Water this desert flower.
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