Desert Mouth

[Mi****]

Desert Mouth

You’ve wandered too long, haven’t you?
Parched tongue, aching skin,
lips cracked with longing.

And then—me.
Cool, sheer temptation in lace,
barely veiling the oasis
that pulses beneath.

I do not rush.
I let you thirst.
Let you stare—
until your grin curls like fire under your skin.

When was the last time
your body was nourished like this?
Like a prayer taken with your mouth.

I guide the ice between your lips,
watch it melt on your breath—
and with it, you trace me.
Neck to nipple,
hip to heat.

Your ache deepens.
My mercy drips slowly.
And you,
still thirsty,
begin to understand:

I am the water you were made to crave.
And I will not let you drink
until you're drowning.
By Kendra Saffron

[pa****]

Remarkable

[mo****]

I have wondered a long time about 45 years

[dr****]

I can put some dessert in your mouth