Just Before Sunrise

A place to hide
on her favorite beach,
serene and still
just before sunrise.
A full moon hangs low
in the shore-ward sky
illuminating sea-foam
relentlessly caressing pure
white sand.

I reach for her hand.
Our fingers entwine, hers
into mine. And through silken
skin her heartbeat
pounding beneath her breast
feels like the barest
foreshock of tremors
just before
a summer storm.

She exhales through parted
lips which beg for a kiss.
Leaning forward,
I pause mere millimeters away
and inhale her sweet
breath, taking her
deep inside as my hand
slowly glides up
her thigh.