Daydream

Hot, hard, and blind
his passion remembered
nostrils flared wide with
the scent of her need
Rhythm of madness
this touch unfamiliar
hips twitch and gyrate
her fever to feed
Sweat of the work
and salt from the bleeding
his wounds drip like honey
to flavor her tongue
Shudder and shriek
in sudden surrender
his essence completes her
joined are they, one.