Lust of the Daughter of Sekhmet

Here I Am

walking in the desert

daughter of the lion-headed goddess

marked by her flaming hair

Her hot winds

have burned up my caution

sent my sanity up in steam

I am drunk with heat

mad with passion

Here You Come

as rain

plump, hard juicy drops

beating down on my fevered body

bursting open

and dripping down my skin

Why shouldn't I dance in the low country?

Why shouldn't I shed my clothes?

Why shouldn't I revel and relish?

Why shouldn't I bathe and frolic?

why wouldn't i drink my fill of you and

puuuuuurrrrr

?