Dew

Clouds of breath rise, meet
the obscuring mist veiling
our merging silhouettes.
Coldness forgotten,
I kneel and welcome warm flesh
in bilabial embrace,
greet crystal clear drips,
anticipate the pulsing and tingling
of unashamed desire
on my expectant tongue.
I’m ravished by
the almost inaudible sigh
of your surrender.
Your lust
settles like dew
on my lips.