Natural Relations
tribal cries
vibrate deep
as the hot sun
plunges up into
the swollen
pink sky
spreading her clouds
open wide
humidity dripping
down her curvaceous
inviting landscape
hungry for more
thunderous thrusting waves
lap repeatedly
up onto her
wet fertile shores
Written By:
Michael K. Englmann
October 01, 2021
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