the prairie girl copyThe Prairie Girl

©2013 Louise Gallagher

There is no ocean
in the prairies he whispered
the sun drying out his words
falling
falling
upon her parched skin
laid bare beneath
the weight of his hands
pressing her back
against the cracked soil
that spread out beneath her
exposing the filigree network of veins
flowing
flowing
fast and full and steady
beneath her skin
pounding
pounding
its way towards the ocean
like an underwater stream
carrying her deeper towards the sea
where desire reached out its silky tendrils
drawing her down
onto a bed of sweet succulent sage
piercing
piercing
her skin hot
her body yearning
for release
each thrust bursting
with seeds of possibility
cascading out in a wave of ecstasy
that no ocean could ever wash away.

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