First Touch
In awe, I extended my hand
to feel the silky hair
of her delicate mound
primeval urge
subterranean echoes
pounding my head
to the point of delirium
my manhood was shaken
by her visceral power and
apocalyptic bolts struck
every pleat of my flesh
I closed my eyes to
dream of summer
of green sighs passing
over fields unploughed and
hairy mounds untouched
where in awe and reverence
I was graced with the primeval desire
Libros Libertad 