The faint kiss of sage and berry falls from the ringlets of hair she’s delicately placed near my cheek. The moonlight pour in from the windows dancing up the small cup of
sweat that’s formed behind her knee. Sweat beading from her navel down
the front side of her right hip sliding down her inner thigh as she rolls gently
from her stomach to her side… stealing back the lovely scent from my nose.
She realizes that she’s been asleep near me.
The surpirse in her eyes melts to relief as she exhales and remembers a
shallow breathing pattern. The moon’s kiss pulls her lips forward toward
mine and our youth finds company with fingers and knees tangling together. The heat rises from the small of her back as her hips
float on damp sheets, she presses her palms into the firm part of my
upper hamstring pulling her fingers north around my ass breathing into
my neck, taking special care to bathe my nose in the sage, juniper,
cinnamon oh the cinnamon of her hair.
She pulls a crooked finger to my chest. She pushes her smooth nail
into my chest and presses her hips to mine. Her body rises to
mine, it’s easy to… it’s so hot. It’s so hot and it’s so easy, we just want to…
we want to…
our bodies take over for our exhausted hands while our lips,
teeth and tongues discuss the smells around our noses and the
feelings still new to our youth.
The moon pouring from the window reminded us that it would not
be a cool 94 degrees for long. With lunar guidance and youthful
experience we let the sweet sweat from our bodies keep us cool in Feburary.
