Under a mauve-fogged sky.

We walk under a dusky,
Mauve-fogged sky.
Mother Nature’s breast,
Nourishing under watchful eye.
She sees you looking at me,
So intently, intervening,
Cedar musk scent,
Kissed by her lips,
Guiding us to a red leaf tree,
You seek.

Some light, almost night,
Unable to wait, you,
Whispering,
“I must fuck you now, my Queen."
Showering your obsession,
Breath on my neck,
Disturbingly calm.
Your mix of love with force,
The sordid kind.

You and the breeze,
Looming over all of me,
I feel the earth,
As you and it crushes me,
In between.

I trace to map,
A plot, where to grip you and hold.
You giving explicit instructions,
While I beg under you,
Until you position me another way,
Explaining,
“Mami, trust,
My cock will have all of you,” gently,
Licking my tears away,
Looking down into me,
As I see the deep merlot,
Of opaque, red leaves,
Surrounding you.
But you already knew,
For you,
How sweet I’d be, you,
Commanding,
My heart, tongue and lips.
You,
In rosy, soft dew,
To serve only you,
Under purple-shaded moon.

Between Jerusalem and Mexico series, a taboo love.