Desert Moon

by

Phil Pochurek

It's one o'clock in the morning
In the light
Of an August full moon,
And it's eighty degrees
Even with a slight breeze
And your wide awake,
It might as well be noon.
It's too hot to sleep
And your sheets are all wet
So your naked out on the deck,
Using the stars for your blanket
With watermellon dripping off your chin
And sweat running down
The back of your neck.
What a delicious summer morning
For such a succulent moonlight treat.
You never looked more natural, more sexy,
Than when your naked , while you eat.
I'm beginning to like this heat.
The sweat glistening off your body
Under the white of a desert full moon
Sparkles like diamonds on your skin
While I'm tracing the outline of your shadow
With my eyes,I can smell you,
Just a hint, just a whisper, of jasmine.
The desert was never more beautiful
Then it was on that August night,
Watching you eating your watermellon
Stark naked in the full moon light.
And your jasmine will remind me
Of your watermellon kisses
That sweetened my lips
And quenched my thirst
Long into the night.
And the stars above
When we made love
In the desert, in the heat,
Of the full moon light.

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from: Swartz Creek, MI, US

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