"Let me take you down..."
closed eyes he feels the burn
sun rises on a field
his soul has come to learn
what senses touch to wield
upon this field he glides
it's ground a softened skin
at touch he feels the tides
from waves that flow within
he rides the waves to peak
to face the supple mound
between it flows a creek
where sustenance is found
his hand now softly dips
with fingers slightly bent
producing moistened tips
from waters he's been sent
the waters taste of juice
to timely savor slow
the dips now find a sluice
from waters greater flow
so laps he like a beast
as ground begins to tense
his lover's field, the feast
that steady bears him hence...
~Apollo
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