Running to his love

The deserts essence roams through my mind
The sage brush entices my stride
The sun brushes thirst to my radiating lips
A hand full of grit floats across my outfit
His cracking pores, I explore
My feet pounding his outer exterior
The morbid silence is exciting
Untouched desirable freedom, his offering
I am his servant
I must drop all
His rustling enthralls
One entity I crave
Igniting my fears
He consumes my iniquities
Attatched to his rough engrossing voice
Leading me I will never resist
The one man I need
I will always desire his company