The sun slips through the trees like the cool creek through my spread fingers.
Melting into your soft hair that cascades down, framing my face,
curtains down and we kiss.
So breathless, warm mouths, as your hands roam over my body, my fingers gripping.
Laying in moss.

Filling me with warmth, soft skin, your arms, strong,
holding me up and cradling my back.
Protecting as I wrap myself around you like a delicate blooming flower you open me.
Breathing into each other,
hair balled in your fist, and the other holding my hip.
Sticky wet like dripping dew, whispering your name as my body shakes for you.

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