summer
12:00 a.m.<>2002-04-15

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a taste of early summer yesterday, hint of july, like the prelude to a song.

we returned from the park around two o'clock, perspiring a little from the humidity and our walk. you were wearing that yellow sarong you bought in rehoboth last year, the one that hugs your hips and your bottom. when the sunlight shines through it, my heart skips a beat to see the vague outlines of your shapely legs, silhouetted against the clingy material.

music of your legs. music of early summer sunlight.

sunlight lay in glowing pools on our bed's white comforter. it looked so inviting, molten dollops of white gold against the white blanket on the white bed, that we had to sink down toward it, bask in the warm rays like sleepy cats. from the open window, a mellow breeze bringing with it hints of music from the apartment across the courtyard. something bright and gently pulsing, an insistent rhythm. music of early summer. occasional counterpoint of the leaf-heavy trees, undulating in the moist air.

i can't remember now, if i reached for you or if it was you who reached for me. your smiling eyes suddenly close, your body early summer against mine. my lips on your forehead, tasting the salt there, the shine of your sweat. salt taste also along the curve of your jaw, hollow of your throat, ridge of your collarbone. salt taste of the velvet skin between your breasts as your shirt comes off.

gentle pulse of my heart speeding up as the blood quickens throughout my body. my hardness like a bar along the leg of my shorts. your hand cups me there and you grin devilishly when you realize i'm not wearing underwear. even harder now, dark spot of moisture appearing on the shorts where your hand strokes me roughly. i shiver into the early summer heat.

music of your legs against mine. your hands, deftly unbuttoning my shirt, peeling it from my body like the skin of a fruit. music of your legs as they widen underneath the sarong, parting as you straddle my stomach. against my belly, the damp heat of your need, simmering through your panties. i run my thumb across your lips, feel another damp heat when you open your mouth. music of your tongue slithering across my fingers, coating them with your saliva.

a gasp when you feel my spit-slick fingers rubbing your nipple. urgent now, you strip off the sarong and panties, rub your moist center against my thigh until we are both flushed and dripping sweat. music picking up tempo now, as you tremble like a green sapling in a sudden gust, your sap flowing from between your legs, rolling from your hairline down your face, sliding between your breasts, making your lips glisten. i reach into your core for it, cover my palm with it, smear it like lanolin over my hard, fevered flesh.

music as we slide wetly together. moans in diminished fifths and major thirds. comforter on the floor in a heap, sheets twisted and pulled so the mattress peeks out from a corner. desire mottling your chest pink as i pitch and toss within the rolling ocean of your sex. chords of music from across the courtyard. cords of muscle standing out on your neck. our moans make that strange change from major to minor, just like in the old song. we crescendo, clutching each other, early summer sunlight cascading off your back. blossoms burst forth on all my eager branches as we come in a chorus of sighs.

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