Your eyes…
In the dewy twilight
As the slightest ocean breeze
Oozes through an otherwise still summer’s morn
…
Hungrily, you steal a lover’s kiss
Your tongue lingering there
A visitor from afar seeking hidden knowledge
Pearls of wisdoms
Devouring all hungrily, insatiably
Always wanting more.
kissing in the early morning as mist rises from the lake
stroking the curve of your thigh as the dew forms on the morning grasses
feeling the thrill as your tongue meets mine and we are together in my mouth
sucking your nipples and feeling them harden against my tongue
...
...
...
And mourning air as warm as soup.
Liquid begins the day.
Languid liquid lingering.
The labors of love.
Begins the day.
Beaded up...
drops on your tongue.
Stroking your hair.
