Heated breaths traverse the back of your neck.
You snuggle into me, kitten-like, revelling in our new-found closeness.
Enjoying my whispers and the feel of my lips on your neck, your shoulders, you smile;
and I see new mornings and sunbeams, I hear birdsong and summertime and forever.
Curious fingers trace skin patterns,
exploring crevices and sources of moisture, which build…seemingly by thought.
My breasts spill out of your hands along with the giggles wrought by your tickles.
Light touches that speak of love and mischief.
They tell me that we’ll always be together.
Photo credit: Thanks to my sister, Dianne, one of the most optimistic women I know.