Hard Kombuchas and Hard Cums

Forest trail, slugs and snails  
Big Rock, hard cock
Brown bags, graffiti tags
Strip me down, bare ground
Lichen moss, you’re the boss
Legs wide, digits inside  
Damp cave, it’s you I crave  
 
Sucking fingers, blue jays linger
Parted mouth, your head moves south
Taste dew, ecological taboo
Granite drips, you caress my tits
Organic matter, you’re all that matters
Wild doe, watch you grow
Beith Creek, basalt and sweet
 
Smooth stones, twisting throbbing moans
Tangled vines, bodies intertwine
Moving hips, kombucha lips
In and out, inside out
Sun sets, we break a sweat  
I climb on top, slick bedrock
Finish strong, I can’t hold on
 
Redwood view, away we flew  
Subsurface flow, as we let go
Plants transpire, our bodies retire  
Shadows dark, moonlit art