Desert Dweller

I am your lizard,
still as a sausage,
eyes black as caviar,
lips red as paprika.

Touch my pancake,
sip my syrup.
Wear me down, wear me out,
lick me clean.

I want to be surrounded by you.
Enveloped, enclosed, encased.
Bounce on me like a seesaw
balls knocking like marbles.

© 2026 Bruno Talerico
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