Licking
tasty pecan praline
sticky soft
sweetens my tongue.
I reminisce
that warm September afternoon
lost amongst the trees
beyond the Golden Gate Bridge.
Your long brown hair
tousled by the breeze.
I stop to brush a strand from your eyes
and see anticipation
a torrid yearning
wanton pleasure.
I stand behind you
my breasts firmly against your back.
Brushing your hair aside,
I softly kiss the nape of your neck.
Quivering, your body surrenders.
Feathered grass - autumn leaves
our playground.
Entwined in passion
my lips explore your breasts,
supple, vulnerable
sensuous curves, taut
voluptuous nipples
awaiting my attention
of which I hungrily comply.
Writhing in tune with the wind
your body cries for release.
However,
from you breasts
I cannot pull away
my hunger not yet satisfied.
So, I decide
to let my fingers
- do the walking -
and set your passion free.
Back to reality
I open my eyes
licking
the sticky, sweet praline
from my fingers.
Originally published August 2005 - "Sexy, Sultry Summer"