Thirst

I crawled into an untidy bed,
curled my naked body to his
and lay still
until his breath was
at my back,
a soft tongue cooling
the sunburned skin
on my neck,
my round bottom pushing
closer and closer into the curve
of his body.
Spread fingers walked
the length of me,
chilled skin rising in ovation.
His warm hand skimmed
over the curve of my hip
to a waiting well–his fingers
tickled the surface and dipped
long into the warm waters
and he spoke close to my ear
words he had never spoken,
indescribable things
said only between lovers,
and turned my body to his.
'Shhh, not a word', he said,
and took a cool sip
then plunged
to the depths of the well
until-
all thirst was quenched.