Counting the days #22

(my chalk marks on the wall of our days apart)

Day 22: Free verse

In my daydream
I am kissing your skin,
aware at each instance
and every inch of you,
satin-soft and responsive to my touch.

Blush follows the path of my lips
just above the waist of your shorts
pulled low by my fingers,
from hip to hip I kiss
feeling the rise of your hips in response.

I press my lips more firmly
so you remember
this is where I kiss you
where you know my touch
where I know your scent
this is where my lips belong.