Fever

You touch me lighter than the air. Smooth under the covers, like cooling
waves at shore. I drift. You take your time. Spread
the sensation from one body part to the next. Diffused through membrane
and membrane. That or the fever
has me humming throughout.

One hand on my belly, stroking up around my breasts, just skimming the pebbled
nipples; the other draws a tidal ellipse between my thighs; the blood gathers and swells
my lips. A pause,

a pause. I watch your face, eyes skimmed with a salt lust stare; I wait.
Your fingers tense up with all that heat when you slide one in my cunt.