Summer

Summer thoughts keep intruding. Camping sounds like such a wonderful idea. Even a weekend in some hidden out of the way park. Far from the city. A campfire. No one around. Walking around naked. Sitting and gazing into the fire while our hands play. Drinking wine and  indulging in other decadent activities (hehe). Able to enjoy just being in the outdoors, n o stress, no concerns, just relaxing, smiling at each other. Being friends, lovers. No pressure, no need to feel we have to do anything or be anyone. Just ourselves. Trusted and trusting. The stars come out and the moon is there, just enough light to add to the touching. Seeing the lips as they approach, feeling the kisses, the soft skin rubbing, the hard nipples touching each other, as we lean in. A summer interlude before we have to return to the everyday world. But so precious. And so full of wonderful memories.