Remembering the Night Before

As I sat under the tree remembering the night before
I couldn't help but think of his fingers
And how they moved so slowly down my breast
Until he caressed my hard nipples.
The heat of the sun reminded me of the heat that took over,
As he filled my body with passion.
I couldn't help it,
The worst thing was that my melted ice cream,
Reminded me of how he came all over my naked body.
I'm going insane.
I must have him again.
Maybe I should wear my blue dress the next time I see him.