Thirst

On that new found land
Laying down under the scorching sun
Extreme heat flows around us
I took a fist of sand
And rubbed upon your tanned-skin
To create the warmth
Instilled from decades
Caressed your lips with mine
Scrunched your pulpy chest more.

Oh, My sharp nails hurt!

Don't mind it Honey 
They waited for long
Let them hurt you
To quench their thirst.