Carnal Treasure

Naked they descend into time before dreams Chasing their scent To a pool of ancient emerald, that be Deeper than their desires, and guarded by waterfalls serpent Yet heightened by naked lust they Plunge in deep to a watery cocoon Engorged with passion they grope at Heat left behind by a sun, now winking at the moon As fingers fondle pheromones across viscous skin Spilling juice from the cup of sin Heralding echoes through cries Of muscles rigid at gripping thighs Plunging deeper into spasms of want to Releasing screaming jets at voids of pleasure They test the acts of carnal treasure Where two bodies now crawl upon a ledge, and Lay in puddles of a reflected moon, wet with a grin… Their breath deliriously spent it Rises to mingle with pungent fig, invoking the night air To all their glory; exposed with the stains of bodily hunger Her echo still lingers of that final cry Sending bats to flight as she dug her nails into Buttocks taught with ecstasies’ thrust Into glistened skin; peeled naked through light Of a bashful moon, giving life to Sweat swanning to their song Where distant notes drift along ochre red cliffs To settle in hollows above this ancient gorge -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fern Pool, Dales Gorge, Karijini National Park, Western Australia – (2.5 billion years old) 3 January 2015