I thirst, you thirst, we thirst to drown our desires in midst of youth fountain,
the succulent moistening of the fruit ripening. To pick the cherry of the untouchable
tree, to lick our lips with the yearning deep within me.
Hot, hot, the heat of summer, the burning ignites the flames of lovers delight,
The sweet juices of the peach loosens from its pits, causes the pulses race,
My lips quiver, as my heart beats heavily for you, its all happiness from this day
Ready to taste this succulence, the hardness of the honeydew, the gumminess of
the passion fruit, moanings and groanings, the desire to overcome the wetness of
which drips from my lips, sucking the mangoes at its tips, tenderly licking all of it.
Groaning become screams, heightened estatic pleasure releasing every bit of
tension measure by measure, my thirst, your thirst, their thirst has been quenched
in soft breaths and gasps satisfaction of a tender moment has ended only to begin
again and again until it ends in deep sleep.