Slow lick to heaven

Wet earth greets me

damp from the morning dew,

delights my feet,

tickles my toes

while a chill

caresses

my naked thigh;

brisk air, a sweetness

on my skin

I savor.

Like you…

tangy essence

that still lingers on my tongue,

our scents

combined

from lips

to lips

– silk to soft folds.

As the grass needs water

so do I need you,

heavy breasts

that tease the seam of my legs,

my belly,

my own small offerings

while my mouth

eagerly waits

its turn.

Sierra Kummings