the slope of her breast curves just so
moleskin soft and fragrant
an idle finger dares to follow his long line
always landing at the peak of perfection
a well placed kiss makes her giggle and turn
a hot breath later and breathing is a task
spilling into his hands like fresh-cut flowers
she's all colour and sound
she colours his sighs
ever closer
the empty space retreats
nearly consumed by the raging fire
but not yet
first comes the sweetest moment
ignition
Originally published October 2005 - "Naughty Tricks and Sensual Treats"