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I see you
Firefly lights on bare skin
Azaleas' bursting
The heat of the meeting
With crickets blaring. 

Slip a hand
By the silky edges
Of my kimono
To feel my eagerness
The swell of my breast.

We are standing 

In the coolness
Of the patio.
Cool beneath our feet
Air cool against our skin.

House lamps warm
The colors of the night
As you caress
The nipples
Under the robe.

Do we fear
The neighbors' sight
Do we care
The eyes
Through the hedge?

I am just feeling
Your warm hands
On my skin
Holding my breath
As they slide

Pass my breast
To the small
Of my back
Down the curve
To the swell of my ass.

Cool wet air fills my nose
As I refill my lungs
My neck
Stretched
For your kiss

You come down to nuzzle
The base of my neck
The cooling fabric
Of the robe
Between our chests.

I feel nothing
But you
I see nothing
But you
Your hand demanding.

I say something to you
Of wanting
And needs
And you brush your lips
Up my neck to meet mine

My tongue taste you
My hips
Want you
The silk nightrobe
Slides off my shoulders.

Quickly you catch it
Pulling it up
Around my neck
Stepping back
As the world comes alive

There is movement
From the house
Neighbor voices
Can be heard
Through the hedge.

Back into the lamp warmth
Back into the house
Away from the bursting
Of azalea
Hedges

Out from under
The firefly's light
Away from the din
Of the crickets
Calling.

Over the heads of the children
And the sprawl
Of the dogs
I see in your eyes
The heat of the meeting.