Idyllic (Moon’s Breath)
written by: Korliss Sewer
This warm, breezy place in which I sit where pollen floats like snow. You smell like summer. Feel of dust.
Right now, I am the only woman on planet Earth. I am your warm-skinned salt lick. Your respite from want. I wait, I submit to you.
He does what he does. No more. No less.