Sultry spring

It is a perfect night for a porch swing. The lazy loose drift of back and forth swaying, fingertips casually tangling in escaped tendrils of hair and the close body heat touches that are almost too hot, too filled with languid want to bear.

With soft evening kisses dappled across shoulders, cheeks, lips like the last rays of sun finding their way between greedy leaves. Murmured stories, easy laughter, and sighing proposals rise on the lush heat of the late spring breeze. Arms and legs brushing and winding, dancing while sitting; seductive orbits between our two bodies pulling night in closer.

The moments trickle by. One into another. Broken only by the soft sway, the breaks for breath, and the long hungry looks as noses brush and lips part...amazed by the discoveries we find when staring deep into eachother’s green.

What we could discover on that slow swaying swing in these newborn days of summer. Secluded in eachother's arms, eyes talking leaving lips for so many other, better things. Stripping back our secrets for only us to bare witness. Creating our own cadence, our own meter, our own measure of how much, and how fast, and how wild want can transform into need. Out here...in the lazy breeze. Just you and me...on a porch swing.