I trace the shadow of her buttock across the stars. The secret curve of her thigh is cool and damp. Her kisses are a tumble of sonnets, filling the air with the scent of her. I breathe in her rosebud perfection. A sigh escapes - and trembles on the edge.
Time stands still.
I realize that I am afraid. She rears and twists from my grasp and in a flash, falls devouring upon me, melting into my flesh. Flutters of pleasure shiver across my spine, leaving traces of sensation as they pass. The sweep of her hair is a rope of seaweed around my neck. I'm drowning in her.