The Air Between Us Warms

The air between us warms
and slides down my spine 
soft as twilight bleeding into the morning sky 
yet sets every inch of me burning  
like blue flames that glow and lick slow  

I lean closer, lips brushing yours  
inhale the hypnotic brew  
of your skin at dawn—  
rain-soaked earth  

My tongue finds the smooth, mellow dew  
rolling on your lower lip  
then lower still—  
sweet, slick, and trembling—  
a taste that pinches my breath
 
Your eyes whisper under my lips 
and dissolve me into nothing but longing  
Longing leads our skin flushed and slick  
and bodies pressed to fuse  
into a circuit of pulses and waves