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 softness against

My lips 

As we kiss.