Fine beads of sweat summon;
Salty, mineral, natural.
Taken on my tongue with fervor,
They provide only temporary satiety
Like a paradisiacal mirage.
I long to sip from your corporeal drink;
The liqueur of your body’s desire,
The deep pools of your musk.
I dream of a beautiful paradox:
Yet unquenchable thirst.
In those rosy days,
Satisfaction – idyllic.
Moments you were free.