She doesn’t flinch beneath the weight of heat,

My breath explores the hollow of her thighs.

She waits—unmoving—where the birches meet,

She arches slowly… then my hush sighs.

 

My breath explores the hollow of her thighs,

A damp note, I taste the waking skin.

She arches slowly… then my hush sighs.

I circle close, inhale where love has been.

 

A damp note, I taste the waking skin,

Her pulse, a Spring fawn trembling beneath dry leaves.

I circle close, inhale where love has been,

Cool wet air licks the heat her silent body weaves.

 

Her pulse, a Spring fawn trembling beneath dry leaves,

A long, slow, sigh traces curves—shadow drips to skin.

Cool wet air licks the heat her silent body weaves,

A voyeur breeze gazes upon her folds, eyes deep within.

 

A long, slow, sigh traces curves—shadow drips to skin,

I breathe in her gasp—wildflowers, warm and wet.

A voyeur breeze gazes upon her folds, eyes deep within,

Lips part slowly, a drip lingers and falls—lips met.

 

She doesn’t flinch beneath the weight of heat,

I am a tender hush, a windy night, her secret dream.

She waits—unmoving—where the birches meet,

Forever as one, a silent, deep, pleasured scream.