Slowly he stirs her,
strokes her cheek feather light,
softly rouses her roaming eyes
from under lid.
They open slowly,
like heavy blinds.

He shines into her,
a shadow in the soft spotlight
of the moon, body bare
but beautiful as it hovers over her.

She takes a long breath,
so close to his lips she can
taste salt from summer heat
and he waits, he waits for her
hands to slide down his back,
fingers to bind into trenches of flesh,
toes to curl and coo in anticipation.

He brushes her lips with his,
paints a path of purple,
red, and blue down her torso.

She smiles and nuzzles her nose
into his neck, happy to be a canvas
long into morning.