Summer's Afternoon

Her hair is loose
Long down her bare, bare back
Her sun-kissed skin still warm from those golden rays
Though stripes of shadow have crept in
Stroking her with their cool fingers

He cannot help the catch in his breath
When she shifts
And the side of one breast peeks out at him
Impudent
Inviting
Begging his touch

She looks up into his eyes
Sees the dark intensity there
Smiles
Then bites her lip
Turns her head
And rests it again on her arms
But her skin prickles with gooseflesh
Under the caress of his gaze.