Sun drifts on a Chardonnay haze,

reflects the bottle green

upon pale skin,

casts long shadows off breathless peaks

 

dews the valley.

 

Cooled air kisses flushed red lips,

licks droplets of grape,

and swallows the moment.

 

Flesh brushes....

 

tender flesh.

 

Peregrine fingers explore,

reaching inside

bringing forth soft tears,

arched form,

and gentle sighs from bitten lip.

 

Teased to no return

he is absorbed within her

they breathe as one

move as one,

are one

 

tangled...

 

flowing...

 

pulsing...

 

The Sun sets with a smile.