Summer Heat

A soft whisper,
a tender touch,
and you come to me
as a lover does,
and share my bed.
Our bodies twining
hip to hip,
thigh to thigh.
A soft sheen
cloaking us as
a second skin.
Tiny droplets
on my back
and on your brow,
a rivulet between
my breasts,
your belly.
My eyes closed
as we rock,
a primal motion,
a feral growl,
muscles spasm as
the cycle begins.