Primal (Version 3)

With the pangs of urgency, & nature inextricably linked,
We fall prey again, to our most primal
instinct.
When the sun addresses our bodies with malignant scorn,
We tear away at temptation, with every raiment torn.
 
Lips parched, having been forced to  
abstain;
The quinched body lunges, as though she were rain.
Groans develop from within a place  
deep.
Awakening a creature that previously lay
sleep.
 
The mouth enjoys the fulfillment of her  
breast.
With a tongue that paints provocative pictures upon her
chest.
Legs quarrel, until they become largely  
entangled;
Choking away at what remains of suppression, until it lie,
strangled.
 
Sweat falls, at the pace of despairing
breath.
Limbs, & organs come back to life fully, where before they'd been promised death.
With no shame, she drinks of me, wearing my remnants as
stripes.
And I eat proudly, of her persimmon, it tasting ever so ripe.