Dreams of a dead sea.

Intoxicated by her all and within, she's swept me like her rivers,  Lost me and found me..  I'l confess when the rain stops mid air..  When the trees catches flame,  in autumn as the leaves turn red.  Alluring for sure.  The scent of ferns caressing your skin,  For the wind who steals your breath, as you breathe her in.  Not being able to help it...  But imagine her branches unearth me Her sweet nector on bark, I trace My tongue burns, as her flowers bring lust to my lips.  Talia Molzahn