NaPoWriMo #8

Here's my South Texas Daphne!

Apollo wanted just a little taste
of her agave breath, to squeeze limon
atop her midrift, taste tequila's tang
mixed with her sweat. He wanted just a peek

of her pink nipple blooms beneath her shirt,
to run his palms across her smoothest skin.
The story says that not all women want
to be just like a potted plant, beautiful

to look at as they come to bloom. Some girls
prefer the taste of Texas dirt to lips,
of men. Some like to roam the wild brush
and get a little dust upon their boots.

So when she felt his hot breath on her neck
the lovely nymph became a prickly pear :-)