Slippery

My morning breeze,
A kiss in the wake,
Trembling at the touch,
And burning in the sun,
Sensing, the curves of,
Supple skin,
Not lined by pink ribbons,
Unable to clench fists,
With one hand outstreched,
I seperate the moon from the
From the tendons of the Earth
Away from the grey skies,
While slippery words,
Slide past wet lips,
Wielding rumors of the night, but
Sweaty embraces, and the feel of
Skin dominates the mind,
As the cool Spring air,
Reaches worn out bodies,
Asleep in jellied arms.
Dreaming of hot Summer days...