Where The Birches Meet

She doesn’t flinch beneath the weight of heat,

My breath explores the hollow of her thighs.

She waits�"unmoving�"where the birches meet,

She arches slowly… then my hush sighs.

My breath explores the hollow of her thighs,

A damp note, I taste the waking skin.

She arches slowly… then my hush sighs.

I circle close, inhale where love has been.

A damp note, I taste the waking skin,

Her pulse, a Spring fawn trembling beneath dry leaves.

I circle close, inhale where love has been,

Cool wet air licks the heat her silent body weaves.

Her pulse, a Spring fawn trembling beneath dry leaves,

A long, slow, sigh traces curves�"shadow drips to skin.

Cool wet air licks the heat her silent body weaves,

A voyeur breeze gazes upon her folds, eyes deep within.

A long, slow, sigh traces curves�"shadow drips to skin,

I breathe in her gasp�"wildflowers, warm and wet.

A voyeur breeze gazes upon her folds, eyes deep within,

Lips part slowly, a drip lingers and falls�"lips met.

She doesn’t flinch beneath the weight of heat,

I am a tender hush, a windy night, her secret dream.

She waits�"unmoving�"where the birches meet,

Forever as one, a silent, deep, pleasured scream.