dark moonlit night
wisps of hair sticking to my lip gloss.
its september,yet im not wishing for a jacket...
lazily sauntering towards my car
the music still follows me
around a corner
this is my favourite song
i cant help it now,
my hips find that familiar rythym
as hands move up to my hair
fingers dance through tendrils
a cool breeze kisses flesh
fingers trace lines along my neck
until i find my hands full
grasping at the straps
and yearning to feel that cool breeze
dance upon my skin
pale in the moonlight
trace the outline down...
zig-zagging across my stomach
until i find that seam between my fingers
my thighs are quivering
i feel the warmth reverberating
as my fingers find hidden treasure
and my eyes are closed
the world around me forgotten
swirled up in my own private ecstasy
the ground slowly coming back beneath my heel
lashes flutter open
i blink once
my eyes seem to lock instantly with yours.