There you lie, waiting, curled up before me. I've watched since dawn, and now your body is kissed by light, and still, only the shadows move. You hold your breath; ripples of anticipation, like goosebumps, await my touch. But a touch would disturb this perfect smoothness. Instead, I feast on the curves, roaming into that dark delta of shadow. Do you feel my eyes caress you?
Mesquite Dunes, Sunrise