Lick my wounds

The sky is bruised, the earth is moist,
like two lost lovers with one voice.

The rain is cool upon her back,
Soothes the burden that she packs,

and she whispers,
"Lick my wounds. Satisfy me.
I need you to pacify me.
Don't analyse this feeling.
Just arouse me.
The truth belies our fantasy."

One moment's joy. A lifetime's grief.
Coalesce in passions, brief.

And they say:
"Joy brought us together.
All secrets we do entrust."
Perspiration of desire. Smells of lust.

Lips on her throat. Soft hands caress.
Organic need. Soft grass with passions impress.

"Lick my wounds. Satisfy me.
I need you to pacify me.
Don't analyse this feeling,
just arouse me.
The truth belies our fantasy."