Naked and Afraid

They dropped us off
on some remote location
no clothes,
no food,
no water…

Nothing we need
to survive out here.

But they did leave a camera
crew, because who doesn’t
like to look at naked people
struggling with ass-ticks
and dysentery.

I didn’t know
it would be

you

when I walked around the corner.

I didn’t know your
savage jungle
would be my
oasis.

I flinched the
first time you reached
for me,
flinched and took a
step back,
heart loud in my throat,
stomach roiling with
some newly discovered
primitive sickness.

But we were already naked
so my little hesitation
didn’t do anything
but make you smile
like you were born in hell
and ready to show me
how to survive on
brimstone.

Your hand snaked out and
grabbed my bicep
and you brought me close
close enough I could
have licked the
sweat beading
on the cupid’s bow
of your lip.

And I stood there
transfixed for a moment
before you sank to
your knees,
heated eyes locked
to mine,
hooked my leg over
your shoulder and told me
to hold on
while you made the
fire.

I dug my nails in your
scalp like shelter,
your hands cupping my ass,
my smooth runner’s thighs
visibly quivering,  
while you
showed me
that I’m not going
to survive this
challenge.

I was running around
the jungle
already naked;
but  your tongue
ran straight up
my slit,
and some primal instinct
in me screamed,

(screamed)

to be.

afraid.