The End of An Ice Age

in late night
daydreams,
i’ve tossed-turned-tasted the
glistening hues
of your soul’s essence,
in the lust-laden sweat forming
on your naked, exotic body;
followed the sensual stream,
with my eager, starving tongue,
through the drenched, humid valley carved
between your perfectly shaped breasts;
found myself thirst-quenched
around the brimming well of your navel;
and fumbled
with focused fingers
onto the promised paradise
to be drowned
in the nectar
of your damp oasis
ending another ice age

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