Wet palms
The sweat
beaded up on clavicles
and dripped out from
under arms

Nothing quite like the feel of skin
the way the soft supple tissue falls away
underneath running crimson nails
hunting moans and wails
making you scream out from within

Whether weather is cold or balmy
those lips
those lightly colored fingertips
started a war inside me
and I can't think of one single place
to run and hide me

Your breath upon my neck binds me to you
and I breath you in like Summer's
warmest mountain breeze
Then I smile and put you away
I'll be back to you someday
Til then, I'll have to revel in just the thought of you.