your fingertips

touched me

and traced me

like stipling

creating landscapes

on soft spots

beneath my navel

in strokes

in rubs

of sky blue

and heated noon

(and yes, pleasure's here, yes)

the leaves rustled

we smelled of autumn and wind

and i forgot my watch on your

bedside table

making time soar

on the backs of the falling leaves

moment by moment

it dropped

(your head)

and your lips nuzzled

my neck (more)

kiss my lips swollen

and so sweet

we wore the mountains

around our naked skin

and laughed at the

sound of passing crows

and the views down below

and you watched as my lips

full and pink and wet

kissed the highest spot

on your inner thigh

the heat of my breath

-  just there  -

crawling atop you

my summit to conquer

again and again

(again)