I lay my head on the skin of your belly, puff my breath over the sweating surface. I watch the golden hairs ruffle in the intimate breeze.

Every time you breathe it's translated in the trembling rise and fall of your gut. Your delicate belly button expands and folds; warm reflective sweat glistens. The taste of your skin lingers on my tongue, lines my mouth. The smell of your body fills my head. This will be the most fragrant of memories.

The taste of your skin is additive. My fingers trace patterns on the delicate flesh of your thigh.