Fingertip to misted chest
Sliding over skin
Two smooth sweeps
Around your heart
Encase the heart within
The wetness clings
Upon your lips
Our lips meet in a kiss
You place my fingers
To your throat
To feel the pulse within 
Beads of silver fill your hair
And at the lightest touch
They turn to droplets running into
Tiny rivulets
Streaming down your shoulder
The grandeur of that curve
Its surface sweetly salty 
So beautiful, I hurt.