unspeakable

and we would climb mountains

til your cheeks grew flushed

and laugh as we collapse

at the peak, parched, starved

our lips dry in the mid-day sun

but the small of my back so sticky

as moisture drips down 

my burnt neck to my breasts

where you eyes linger too long

as if drinking in the wetness

later, in the static heat of night

after descending at sunset

we abandon our clothes

and swim together in the loch

skin brushing accidentally on purpose

both enthralled in that sacred moment

when standing on the precipice

of yearning so desperately

but not yet able to act 

on our all-consuming desire

Reviews

[Rossen]

I could feel the a brushing accidentally on purpose...
This is well written, pulled me in and felt like something
I would write, only you have better word choice skills~
glad I came for a look!

Rossen

[Robin]

this brings back memories , good memories