You were not noticed until you were a mist clinging to my skin.

Your touch began to run through my hair, making rivulets on my neck that ran between my breasts.

And as you continued your caress… my hair was drawn down as if by the hand of an insistent lover and lay wet around my shoulders.

I put out my arms as if to embrace you and feel you upon me but I cannot hold you or draw you near.

I can only be touched and not touch, a one way ecstasy, a selfish pleasure brought to me by surprise.

I turn my face upward and let you wet my lips with your tender kisses.

I am refreshed, and raising my palms to you, you stroke them tenderly.

Your sweetness runs between my fingers, dripping.

Standing there for what seems like hours, losing all track of  time, I drink you in, melting into a vision of the daughters who have gone before me and were caught in your spell.

Even after you have gone, your sweet smell lingers upon me, and there is an added fullness to my lips and  a softness to my skin where you have been.

You have quenched my desire and filled my soul with your very presence and I will miss you until you visit me again, and I will run out to meet  you.

How I have loved... Summer Rain.