The Desert Rains
The desert was hot.
She stepped from the cabin, walking to the rear of the building
and leaned against an outcropping of rocks near the foothills of the
mountain; that is when I saw here for the very first time. Her hair
was a rich brown, like fertile soil, setting lightly upon her
shoulder, gentle stroking the edge of her denim blouse. The rays of
the sun had lost their way in the travel to her skin, leaving it to
compete with the unblemished sands that surrounded her.
She was taunt and tired from what the bounty of cactus had
to offer her; yes, there were buds of navel jelly, sitting
like military decorations on the green uniforms, but painful
memory of having brushed across their needles were visions
she wished not to repeat.
I felt the pain she had experienced, the sadness overwhelming
me. My soul began to crack, and from those fractures, the
droplets of rain fell.
The first tear fell on her lips. Slowly, sensually, her
tongue slid across the droplet, tasting its essence. The
edges of her mouth curled up its pleasure; She smiled from
its flavor.
With a sensitive touch, her finger proceeded to slide the
top button from its hole. She repeated the action, again
and again and again. The denim hung from her shoulders like
bluebonnet drapes framing the window to her heart; I smiled
with favor, allow the droplets of my essence to fall from
the heavens.
She felt the coolness of their touch, responding. With
a flick of her wrist, the button of her jeans was released
from its binding prison; with a downturn of her hand, the
zipper was lower, and the jeans fell, becoming an abstract
pedestal for her cream-colored skin.
As she ached her spine and leaned back against the sharpness
of the rock, she out-stretched her arms. The drapes of denim
spread out like the wings of an eagle.
I came to her as droplet; we fell as separates across her
face, kissing the lashes of her eyes. Coming together,
we traces the valley between her nose and the small mounds
of her checks; following the setting of the sun, we graced
the edge of her mouth, escaping the parting of her lips,
to her approaching the first contact point - the nape of
her.
Recombining with the individual drops, I had become more
powerful. I rolled down her throat, loving her skin; but
I couldn't stop myself - I had to go further.
Gaining momentum, I traveled from her shoulder on a southern
path. The angle of her torso gave me ample course to her breast,
where I swirled around her nipple, tingling it from my touch.
With the tingle, it enlarged, rising from the surface;
it blocked my direct path, so I split and surround it, arousing
her even further. He breath became more labored with my
rolling touch, but the goal of my travel was still out of reach.
Extending myself from her nipple, I leaped the rounded
clip of her mounds, falling, dropping, only to be caught
again in the valley plain of her ribcage. Again, I gathered
even more force with other parts of me that had fallen from
the sky. Each of us traveling with no compass, we found an
instinctive need to gather as even more part fell from the
clouds; the pattern of the beats became more pronounce,
the number growing with each passing moment, their forces
gathering more strength.
Together, we gathered as a rivulet, moving further down
the plains of her flesh; we are many, yet we are one, and we
overwhelm the cavity of her navel, conquering it and continuing
on our goal, gaining speed and force as we cross her soft flesh.
As the force grows from the heavens above, the path becomes
even more forceful, for I know the source of my touch is closer;
she welcomes the touch, parting her legs, parting her lips,
allowing me to join with her in the valley of the little death.
As a serpent of water, I rush through the valley, my beginning
and my ending as one, enhancing my own essence, blending
and mixing with her own essence.
The thrill of my touch causes her heart to match the pounding
beat of the droplets that continue to caress her entire
body. She spreads her legs even further, trying desperately
to thrust herself upon the flexing watery coil of my existence.
As the rains turn into a downpour, my force pushes even deeper
into the valley, exciting, enrapturing her.
She wraps her arms around me, pressing me even further into
her breast. She opens her lips even further, taking me into
her mouth, tasting me, swallowing me, making us one in the
elements of nature.
We are satisfied. We are one; that which is the essences
of my life, me being, now flows through her skin, through
her heart, though her soul.
We may come across others, she dealing with other people,
I with other rains, but we are now one, and never parted.