Like jumping into an alpine lake
Of pure mountain runoff,
My senses are ignited
By icy fire,
Buzzing.
The gentle movement of your chest
Mirroring the the waxing and waning of the sea,
In
Out
The gentle breath of your hair,
Soft as the touch
Of a downy feather
Brushing my cheek,
The smell indescribable
And unique.
Strong legs intertwined
As we "sleep" the night away.