Desert Servitude Poem by Melissa Hurst

My bare feet are scorched
by the sands
and his are unscathed.
My bare body is kissed
by an angry sun
and clothing protects him.

He guides me with chains
and my eyes absorb him
as he leads the way.
Tis a test to find if my love
is as true as I proclaim it to be.

I see lines of sweat upon the back of
his neck and I lust for him.
Fantasies of running my hands
over his soaked neck enter my brain.

He turns and asks, 'Do you thirst? '
I can only nod because I am too weak
to speak to him.
He comes near me and pushes me
to my weak knees.

He bends down to me and pulls me
to his neck.
'Clean my neck.'
I stare upon him from below
as I extend my tongue.

A dropp of sweat falls upon my tongue
and I mix it with the sweat
I consume from his burning neck.
I glide over the trails of sweat and inches
of his neck and I observe the look on his face.

His mouth is open, his eyes shut,
and I listen to his soft breathing.
So beautiful is he.
So heavenly is the moment.
He pulls away and opens
a container of water.

He comes back to me
and gives me his sweaty neck again.
I watch as he consumes water,
and he leaves his mouth open wide,
allowing water to flow down his neck.
I lap at his neck wildly, coming up to his face
and sucking water from his lips.

And as I suckle his lips,
he whispers, 'Do you still thirst? '
I replied with a breathless, 'Yes.'
He sat in the sand and
moved my hand down to his groin
and I felt his flesh harden.
I buried my head in his chest
and whispered, 'Quench my thirst.'

He revealed himself to me
and caressed his phallus
as I sat before him.
I extended my tongue
to the tip of him
and he thrust himself
deep until I felt him
puncture my throat.

A soft moan echoed in my mouth
and I listened to his enjoyment.
He moved within me quickly
and then stood up.
He pulled me back by my hair
and whispered, 'Drink me.'
His hand moved over his phallus
and I whispered, 'I want to consume you.'

He moaned loudly as he spewed forth.
I felt my breasts touched by his issue.
My tongue gathered all that could be saved
and I consumed it hungrily.
He bent down to me and grabbed my chain,
pulling me up quickly.
We began walking again
and an hour later I asked him a question.

He rarely talked
and I asked, 'Darling, when will the sun set? '
He stopped and came toward me.
He pushed me onto a nearby rock
and held me there.
I screamed because of its hot surface
and he asked, 'Why? '
I cried, 'Why what? ! '

'Why are you so eager for the moon? '
I replied, 'It's so hot, I'm so tired.'
He then said, 'I thought you loved me.'
I looked down, guilt building within me,
the rock still scorching me and silence
consumed the moment.
I whispered, 'I'm sorry, let's keep walking.'
He pulled me up from the rock and led me on.

My hair and body was soaked with sweat
and my skin was torturous to be in,
but my heart was ablaze,
ablaze with my leader.
I whimpered every now and then
and he would look back upon me.
My head would drift helplessly
in the humid atmosphere
and I could feel his eyes staring upon me.

The sun was finally setting and I sighed weakly.
Sighing with relief.
'Night has come to cool you off, ' he said.
I asked, 'Weren't you hot as well? '
He nodded his head yes and stopped.
He pulled me toward him and caressed my sweaty face.
He kissed my parched lips and lapped at my neck.
I asked weakly, 'Do you believe me now? '
He replied, 'Yes, I do.'

He took off his shirt and fashioned it
into a pillow.
He lay me down in the lukewarm sand
and made sure my head embraced the pillow.
Then he rested his head upon my blistered breasts,
caressed my fiery loins
and whispered, 'This is what it means to be
on fire for one another.'