Passion

The burning sun heats naked skin,
tracing the path his hand follows,
across a velveteen landscape,
of sweet ambrosia,
marked by eyes,
a thirst he savors.

The grains of sand compress, and shift,
pressing incandescent bodies,
of gritty sweat,
into blazing hunger,
feeling for the moment,
grasping towards the end.

The rising tides of mountainous waves,
compel the rich unyielding needs,
to view the moving waters crown,
the apex nears,
a final release,
of pleasures that are found.