Carnal Treasure
Naked they descend into time before dreams
Chasing their scent
To a pool of ancient emerald, that be
Deeper than their desires, and guarded by waterfalls serpent
Yet heightened by naked lust they
Plunge in deep to a watery cocoon
Engorged with passion they grope at
Heat left behind by a sun, now winking at the moon
As fingers fondle pheromones across viscous skin
Spilling juice from the cup of sin
Heralding echoes through cries
Of muscles rigid at gripping thighs
Plunging deeper into spasms of want to
Releasing screaming jets at voids of pleasure
They test the acts of carnal treasure
Where two bodies now crawl upon a ledge, and
Lay in puddles of a reflected moon, wet with a grin…
Their breath deliriously spent it
Rises to mingle with pungent fig, invoking the night air
To all their glory; exposed with the stains of bodily hunger
Her echo still lingers of that final cry
Sending bats to flight as she dug her nails into
Buttocks taught with ecstasies’ thrust
Into glistened skin; peeled naked through light
Of a bashful moon, giving life to
Sweat swanning to their song
Where distant notes drift along ochre red cliffs
To settle in hollows above this ancient gorge
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Fern Pool, Dales Gorge, Karijini National Park, Western Australia –
(2.5 billion years old)
3 January 2015
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