“This is the Place” a poem

This is the Place

Citrus blood runs down greedy fingers

luscious wetness coating busy lips

perse eyes hungry for release

imagine, dream....remember

arched back streaming luxuriosly

pushing back stampedes of giggles

calderas giving forth to torrents

as torrents gleefully discharge to the ocean

the brine nurturing and life laden

respirates to the schedule of Diana

pushing and sucking joyously lacking purpose

THIS IS THE PLACE