I have watched you from the hillside
Working in the fields, sinewed muscles
Glistening in the hot summer sun.
You too have watched me from a distance
A polite wave as I weed my gardens,
Breezes blow hair across my face.
Stealing furtive glances and faraway smiles
Kindling long-lost stirrings
I know you are looking and I grow warm.
We meet at the end of each day
Both a little awkward walking the dusty road home
Silent as the sun sets over the hill, months passing.
You hand me a wildflower one day
Picked in the field just for me
Our fingers touch briefly sending sparks into the night air.
When you finally lean in to kiss me
I close my smiling eyes and
Part my lips ever so slightly.
I feel the electricity when your lips
Caress my eyes, my cheeks
And bring my face alive.
When you nibble each lip in turn
I savor the first taste of you
And breathe in your warm breath.
When you reach my throat,
A small breath catches there
Unable to exhale completely.
Our bodies lean in
Searching for each other
Months of unexpressed passion rises in our chests.
Our hearts opening like flowers
On a hot summer morning
Thirsting for rain.
You tease me with your lips
Re-tracing soft pathways across
Lips, cheeks and throat.
Soft whispers of pleasure and anticipation
Escape my lips
And are absorbed by the dust on your skin.
Wanting more, you wait and pull back
Making passion build
I have watched you in the fields
I know each step in the dance of passion
That we have danced from a distance for months.
Our dance is nature's choreography
First leading and then following
Moving in and then moving away.
Each step building
Anticipation and passion
Until unable to hold back anymore.
I reach for your head
And pull you toward me
Seeking your mouth with mine.
And we share our first kiss......