Summer keeps us up late to bed
only when your hair webs my fingers
temptation a mere furrow of your brow.
You build words into flashlights
igniting my starving eyes
speaking volumes with a half smile.
I will bite you for every lie the mirror told you
keep your blonde strands up
my tongue melts salty at the nape.
Moving my hands from you leaves a momentary red glow
resounding proof of our chemistry
beneath a sun struggling to light us.
Lavender motions my nose south
followed by my eyes
that spread through thin denim
smothering your subtleties.
Delicate hands complement your resolution
draped in camisole skin still as cream
waging satin vanilla war with my senses.
Softest lips imaginable
their sweetness the dinner bell in my soul
adhered to mine in perfect harmony.
Rest your infinite dreams on my shoulder
I will ease your existence
moving hand-in-hand toward combustion.
