The sweet nectarine
Of her breathing
– a state of mind –
\Rough\
\Uncut\
Like the way unbridled
Longing of thunder sounds
Under warm currents of Want
A thin copious layer betrays
The brusque and bathed intent
Of a willing heart now
Fierce before my hand,
A merciless touch of
Envy in subtext of masks
Vindicates the Cumulus
Of unholy desire as an
Irreverent rain begins
To surge within me
Her willingness now on
The edge of Writhe,
I plunge the taxonomy
Of her rapture into
A catapult of Machiavellian
Depth as each gleaming
Breath unfolds
Unimpeded by
Our embrace.

 
© K. James Ribble