Touch of Skin

The sun caresses my skin on this hot summers day. It would be wonderful for a slight rain to splash on my skin in such a way. I should love it if a cool breeze came floating by. Time seems to be going by slowly these days. I hear the words whispered from his lips. "Don't go all shy on me now". As his fingertips caress the length of my spine. We lay naked on the top of the summer meadow. A kiss on the lips, a kiss on the hips. I saw the cranes fly, as I moved to his touch. They flew from the edge of the pond, below us. As we were spread out on the large quilt. High on the peak, I with my book of prose. Him, with his glistening body dripping beads of sweat. I've come to these's highlands since I could remember. This place was a staple of my childhood, in fact, this mountain hilltop belonged to my grandparents. His words rolled on the slight movement in the air. " Be still", "it was our little game we played". As he traced the nap of my neck with his tongue And found his way to my lips, our tongues entwined like ivy on the forest walls. We had been friends since the age of twelve. That's when his parents bought the adjoining land. You taste like sweet mountain honey, " all mine". He knew his touch inflamed my senses, as finger tips caressed his muscles, as nails pierced his skin. He knew he drove me crazy, as I drifted into bliss. Though still fully aware of his every touch, every rhythm of our heartbeats kept tempo with our inferno lust. His every touch reminded me why I kept coming back for the summer vacations, besides my grandparents being old. In fact, this would be the last two days of summer pleasure. I wouldn't want to lose my editing job, back in the city. I felt his eager body quiver as we moved together in time. As he pressed his hips against mine, it was all I could do. Lovely woman, you are my summers favorite delight !!! Jan. 7, 2013 Monday 10 pm I haven't written one like this in about five years. Thought I'd give it a try.