Sweet and Salty

Gods, it's hot out.

Skin glistening after only a few moments in the sun.

Some would argue it's too hot for sex.

Maybe. Maybe.

How about this?

How about I keep my hands off of you, no cuddling up close, keep letting the breeze blow all over you, keeping you from overheating.

Touching you only with my lips, my tongue.

Kissing you all over, tasting that delicious combination of your sweet, sweet skin with the salt of your sweat.

I'm a sucker for that combo, that sweet and salty mix.

Carefully balancing myself to not block the breeze, I'll work my way down your shoulders, your arm, your hands, that Irish pinky.

Your chest, your belly… do I really need to go over the list again?

My lips cooling you off while heating you up.

Maybe. Maybe I can touch you afterall, my hand reaching for that one spot, the one place that's wet with more than sweat.

My mouth, continuing its journey, my fingers moving just as you like, my body arched away so the air can keep flowing between us.

Until I see your face in that most beautiful of agonies.

Me? Oh no, don't worry about me… I'll wait until we're back in some A/C.

I'll enjoy the anticipation.

Gods, it's hot out.