Sandpaper Tongue
My tongue is a desert
radiating dry fumes with every
hot breath.
I hunt for liquid, so slick and warm,
cannot forget the humid storm.
The air keeps sticking to
snake tongues licking
naked bodies
rolling on the sand at the shore.
Taking off your swimsuit
in the salty ocean
biting your cuts,
I go under to protect you
from those vicious sharks
hugging your waist.
We spent all night in the ocean,
so bare and hiding
from out parents.
I'm safe when I'm with you,
your breasts warm as stew
I won't let them hurt you.
They say identity is lost innocence,
but I wouldn't mind being bad with you.