silver clouds moving fast
above a still and golden plain
rain threatens in the distance
the flames of your body
lick and pulse
until
bones
have melted
dissolved into the rhythm
of your breath
of your longing
of your satisfaction
i sense
your arrival
like the cheetah
senses the gazelle
in the final
silent stretch
between prey and predator
there is no shame
it is the natural order of things
i devour you
without apology
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