I feel you,
or want to.
Your hair golden in the summer sun rays.
The perfect definition of beauty.
Your laugh fills me till I'm full.
Overflowing.
The grass pricks at my bare legs.
Scratches and tickles
through my dress.

Your skin soft. Rolling around with me.
Laughter fills the air because I can take no more in.
My heart expanding, soaking you up.

Your hands on my legs,
my waist. Mine on yours,
searching...
My lips find yours.
Softly,
barely,
wanting.
Needing you closer,
to feel your every cell, against me.
Need to know all about you,
everywhere.

Your legs are soft against my own.
Our dresses left forgotten,
somewhere.
My wanting never stops.
"More." I could never have enough.
I taste your lips: such clarity.
With you,
against you,
on you,
under.

Words whispered,
fall on smiling eyes.
Never want to see anything but you.
Around with me, go circles.
Catch me as I fall into you.
Bright, warm. Closed eyes. The sun
and something like aching in my chest.
I think I love you.

Perfection. What are you?
Touch me, love me...
my heart.
Hot. Breath on skin,
the sun's rays.
Reign down on me and I on you.
Let me breathe you in;
my lungs are yours.

The birds chirp. Cicadas sing.
The wind blows tall, dry grass. Melody.
They brush against each other, golden and
tinkling,
calling and
calming me.
And you.

We lay now,
our hearts intertwined,
forever.
Calm now, but
forever,
forever wanting
your touch.