Shinedown

Apple Beach Cay, Cloudless and Overflowing with Stars

In the shadow of moonlight,
where cinnamon colored sands grain
and paint themselves to the skin

What would
   one night
give

for
just
   one

     long,
       deep

         touch

  of...


lips,
   tongue,

      and mouth

against that
      secret

     patch

of skin

that lives just across
the crown of your shoulder

in that
..place

    where
    your neck
    slopes outward
    towards the length
    of your bare, quivering arm

that place

  where
   every

breath

    every
     ..heated
 ..whispered

                            word

   from
someone else's
         lips

is
~felt~

     all
      the
       way

            down

            your back

                 until it reaches your

                                curling,

                                curling


                                     ...purring

                                                toes?

[Listening to: Dishwalla, "Candleburn"]