“Your skin is paste” he said with a crooked grin
as he surveyed every curve of my body nestled in his sheets.
“I like to think of it more as milky white” I replied with a jaunty smile.
He laughed and settled his tousled hair on the pillow next to me,
drawing his arm up behind his head. We turned our faces and
looked at each other, the summer-shimmer still heavy upon our skin.
He pushed aside a stray strand of hair from my face, the back of his hand
caressing my cheek. The fan hummed in the open window as the smell of
salty air filled the room. Ice cubes cracked in the lemonade
on the bedside table, beads of perspiration slid down the glass
and down our bare skin. Our bodies met belly to belly, my creamy flesh
intensified by his golden epidermis. The taste of sweet strawberries
still lingered on my tongue as our mouths met again, in sun-kissed reverie.

07/11/2011

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Posted on 07/11/2011
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