Withered!

Honeydews dotted on
Petal lips, a pale pastel
Parting a little,
Dripping drops,
To make up for the half-closed eyes-
Both on a balance scale
Fluttering now and then
Wet and welcoming.

Breaths, quick and hasty,
Thirsty,
Hot and steamy, rise and fall
From the clenched gut
And cold chest, stiff and full.
A river flows
White and frothy
Underneath-
Untouched, unknown
In the dark forest
Of privacy.

The tickling wind
Caressing everywhere.
Everything receptive and open
One touch away
For the storm to break,
To force its way
Uncontrolled.

Hunger for more
Endless appetite
Ends-
Electric love meddling with the brain,
A moaning pleasure
Reaching the zenith
Climbing like hot mercury
On a thermometer.
High and 'sense-less'
Reckless
Shameless-
Throbbing head
Bursting chest
Flooding undergrowth
Between the tangled legs
Pulses not rhyming
Nor syncing
But chiming swiftly
Noisily
Beneath the skin.

The wind blows again
Rustling another skin,
With the same fervour
Now, past the withered flower!