On summer days, thoughts turn to... - June 10, 2000

On a hot summers day,
the ice cream looks
especially inviting
against the pale surface
of your skin

And my eyes follow
the pattern
of the cool cream,
spackled against your lips,
knowing that slow nibbles
become hot kisses
as it melts.

My anxiousness to
clean the surface
leaves it glistening
as I listen to your
short breaths
heavy against my ears.

With a deliberate hand,
I raise another spoonful -
missing your mouth
as the white drops fall,
landing on your throat.

With mumbled apologies,
I watch the writhing
as the mixture
of cold dessert
and hot skin
creates a brief sizzle

And at that moment,
I want nothing more
than to be
the white ice cream
that has resettled itself
on your heated body.

Turning the cold spoon
against sensitive flesh,
there is a subtle tightening
as contact is made.

All across the expanse
of bare skin,
is the ice cream
and honey trailed -
your body serving as
the surface to partake of.

The sweetly sticky sensation
captivates the senses
as light nips
cause a slow dance
between flesh
and mouth -
your muffled demands
mixing with hums of pleasure.

- title courtesy of KS, MW, and Lurker #1