Arouse in Five Words, part 4

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she dropped to her knees,

delicately sliding her fingers along.


she anointed herself with shaft,

every second was a sacrament.


then she spit on it,

broke eye contact and turned.
 
I’m overseer to your land,
I know how it dews
and its smell in Spring.

I can wet you down,
dragging tongue and open mouth,
only stopping when it steams.
fingering through your dripping dirt,
testing your depths for fertility.

I harvest when you bloom,
when your hips break ground
and your goosebumps are ripe.

I’ll eat all your fruit,
tasting sugars from my efforts,
licking the sticky from you,
and watching the sun set
golden on your spent surface.
 
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