He Runs Her River

He Runs Her River

He stands glistening roasting under the summer sun.

Bronze and becoming she stops to take a breath.

As strong as the oxen beside him, he ploughs.

She looks in awe, mesmerised by his hue.

He separates the fertile earth beneath.

Covered in heated pearls of toil he approaches.

A forceful yet gentle knot he ties around the tree.

Her mind enchanted by his eagerness to bathe.

Moving towards her across the creek, rustic he stands.

She undresses him as his fingers follow her thoughts.

Submerged and drenched in her flowing desires.

Her pupils dilate waiting for his touch.

She releases a climatic gasp.

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