Mist collecting on your fur like dew on a spider web in the morning
Cascading a kaleidoscope of bubbled images
Balled up mirrors of the budding day
Slowly evaporating like a memory un engaged…
Dissipating into the ether

Tongue tasted and smeared the moisture mixture becomes slick
As  your morning tea is consumed from your skin by a lovers tongue
Sweat is your nectar
Attracting your loves embrace and desire to taste

Sweet sweat salt infused flares loves nostrils
At the hint of your fragrance.
Subtle pheromones working like your own soft moans
Urging love on to combine their dew with you

The tickle of a bead of sweat rolls down your spine
and collects with the divine
dripped from behind in the arch of your back

The warm pool swirls as it starts to cool
still filling the divets of your hips and flowing down you’re sides
the flow is trying to converge at your belly

With a subtle motion it is captured by a hand
spread across your ribcage to anoint your bosom
in a balm of dew
created by two
playing with mist
that turns into….
Cool droplets collecting in the hollows..

BD
10/23/02
10:50 AM