You're a forest after rainfall.
That heady smell of wet
leaves, rotting vegetation.
Everything is messy, damp.
Soil sticks to my skin,
crystal drops glint on spider webs.
In dark holes creatures hide.
Rain has made the soft moss
as dangerous as the rocks.
I slip and slide through
the trees. The air is silent and humid
between the towering trunks.
Anyone could get lost in here.
(I am getting lost in you)
*
You smell like wet soil.
Around you I am stripped
of artificiality.
Basic instinct rules.
You taste like rainwater.
I dream about
the damp cave of your mouth.
Your lips are always
finding a way to find mine.
You feel soft as a rose petal.
My fingertips slip down
the dark, smooth path leading
into your waistband.
You are a secret garden.
Inside your walls you do
as you wish, nothing stops you.
Hidden, you are free.

