My head rests On your tender leg, Naked and soft  Amongst a bed of green.  Butterflies flutter about Landing all around us, So sweet, so innocent.   Anticipation fills the air As your fingers graze Along my pale freckled canvas.  A shiver runs up my spine. I try not to giggle And ruin this moment, This intensity, This fire, Erupting within me. Rippling through you. I reach up,  Lifting my head close to yours.  There is so...