Cascading Cream

Cascading cream sits at the center of your vanilla spine.
My view, reminiscent of those, atop snow capped alpines.
Sweat falls, like raindrops, at the small of your back;
Riding, & sliding, gliding into black.
 
Our swaying shifts to a much slower cadence.
Leaving me to bask, in all your subdued radiance.
Now, slowly comes, the squeezing & easing out of.
So pleasing though the teasing, & being immersed, so deep inside your love.
 
The leftovers melt, onto us, like drift, after the snow.
So hard holding on, but even harder letting go.