I am the skies before the rain, sticky sweet as an unexpected kiss,
I cling to you like sweat on skin, hugging you close with breath hot, my teeth on the back of your neck, my nails deep inside you.
I am the anticipation of wet earth, the smell that makes your eyes close in inhalation, the first drops on always dry land.
You drink me up like a woman who has been ravenous for days, your parched heart remembering its beat, and how it once thrummed for only me.
The wind knows your name, rustling in trees’ leaves crying for you, remembering the thirst you felt under those burning skies.
I am the woman you dreamed of years ago when you ached for the touch of female skin, my curves wind like a river in a canyon you get lost in,
Lick my map skin and find your way home.
Leave me a trail of crumbs, line them slowly and deliberately up the inside of my legs, slick my clit with your nudges,
Stop my breathing with your thighs, wrapped around mine, tightly pressed,
Make my pussy a slick pillow stuffed with blood pulsing in time with our hearts,
Suffocate my need with your body, rip into the gaping hole inside of us, shred my skin with the agony of the softest part of you.
Love me the way you did when you dreamed me into being, kissing tenderness into the chasms we’ve become.
A Burd in Flight 