It was a temple carved in wood, waiting just for me.

There were volcanoes, 

craving to reach the peak,

lick,

lay down between those cheeks and feel the boiling lava erupting from inside.

Lost in the‏ delusive Desert.

Counting heartbeats, water pools. 

Listening.

The voices of the wind singing. 

Sleeping between those thighs,

disappearing in his eyes, while he was singing lullabies. 

I got lost, then I turned sea,

All he wanted me to see was a temple carved in wood. 

He was waiting just for me.

As if the Sirens of the sea were watching a mirage in the desert,

he was waiting,

though I was blind.