You are-

The taste of summer
In a coffee pudding  

The sound of a table fan
Masking sighs

A muffled chuckle when
My fingers do the congo

On your
Expanse of
Flesh
Undulating
My head spinning
Your lips whispering
Our hearts pounding  

Quiet

You are-

Seine nights we swapped
For evenings of 'just one kiss'

Sunrays in a jardin
Over crisscrossed fingers

Pastéis de nata when
All else is sour

A Spanish song I hum
I cannot understand

Love,
The sky grumbles because
Try as we may to hide it,
Our June knows
When we ignore it for each other

- Lui(s) II