We were a furtive flourish…
Sundress printed swirls, blue jean short borders
Cotton Tee collects flecks of grass
Propped up on leaf-dimpled elbows, fingers tangled
Her seraphic face above me
Her eyes teach the sky what it means to be blue
The summer air shimmers between us
Warm and damp
Wisps of her golden tresses stick to my cheek
A sweet honeysuckle scent
A gentle smile that melts my heart like ice cream
I sigh, a silent prayer, a plea for her to lower her velvet lips
So that I may taste her again
She is a wonderful, billowing ball of fragmented chaos
I am powerless to apply a formula which can contain her essence
She is unknowable perfection
Together here, the soft earth shields us from the prying eyes of the world
Gossamer words and sighs of delight drift only to the verdant canopy of our refuge
Jasmine and magnolia our only witnesses
As the weight of her, presses down on me
I am seared with her brand
Eternally marked
as Hers

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18 Responses to Humidity….

  1. I could practically smell the sun-warmed grasses. Love “She is a wonderful, billowing ball of fragmented chaos.”

  2. Rita says:

    Marvelous, Bro.

  3. Purpleanais says:

    Wow – definitely hot, but in such a delicate way. LOVE it, of course 😍💜

  4. augustmacgregor says:

    A sensual portrait of summer — all those lovely visuals and smells and sun’s warmth.

  5. Eric says:

    Thank you, Beautiful. ❤

  6. Youths impossible to immitate passion

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