Desert Midnight: A New Year’s Hunger

January 1

The desert hums beneath a sky ablaze,
Smoke and starlight weave in violet haze.
Fireworks bloom, fleeting and bright,
But hunger stirs deep in this endless night.

The wind carries secrets, sultry and low,
A rhythm, a pulse, a desperate glow.
Amid neon flicker and shadows’ embrace,
She stands—a spark, a silhouette, a face.

Her lips, trembling, kissed by the chill,
Eyes locked on mine, bending my will.
She moves like smoke, like whispered sin,
And I step closer—let the night pull me in.

No words spoken—just breath, just skin,
A fragile silence where flames begin.
The fireworks fade, the night turns still,
But my hunger roars; I bend her will.

Fingers tangled in silk-soft strands,
Her pulse a drumbeat tangled in sands.
Her breath catches, her body tight,
Every gasp a spark in the velvet night.

I drag my tongue where fire ignites,
Trace her shivers beneath moonlight.
Every inch of her mine to taste,
Every sigh, every sound, nothing to waste.

She arches, writhes, her body a plea,
A masterpiece unraveling in front of me.
Her thighs quake, her breath undone,
Her voice breaks—a plea, a run.

But I hold her there, trapped and bound,
In the silent space where moans resound.
Again, she shatters, her edges fray,
Her world collapsing, slipping away.

The silence roars—a final cry,
Her body trembling, head tossed high.
Every nerve, every cell alight,
A firestorm beneath desert night.

I slow, I savor, let her breathe,
Feel her heart race beneath her sheath.
Eyes glazed, lips parted, raw and true,
She lies undone, bathed in dew.

But hunger is a patient beast,
Never full, never ceased.
So I pull her close, skin to skin,
And the night begins again.

The dawn bleeds gold on her fragile skin,
But something lingers deep within.
I trace her face, a fleeting thought,
Of all we shared, of all we’ve wrought.

When silence claims the desert air,
She’ll feel my shadow lingering there.
No fireworks bright, no fleeting spark,
Just a hunger, etched deep in the dark.