5

He feathers his fingers along her shoulder and her breath lifts her bones and flesh, rising to meet his fingertips. She soaks it in, the way the desert welcomes an end of summer rain. The weight of his touch lands on the ridge next to her spine, tracing the length of her muscle, rebounding off the roundness below.  She feels his longing to pleasure her and she softens to let him know that he already is. There is nowhere to be, no time in this space. Only love exists here.

- Still, Between