Perpetual Motion

Memory flashes to him poised above,
desire deepening his azure eyes,
grey-tipped curls framing his face, lips parted
for hers.  She moves back and forth feeling
the tension build throughout her body, beg
for release, yet she cannot stop – not yet.

Sweat accumulates between her breasts,
droplets give way, trickle down past belly.
With each pass, she can taste the scent of him
mingling with the breeze; the storm hanging
on the edge of the horizon.  She is
patient, pushes against the memory.

Reaching the end, she turns around, looks back
to survey the lawn – her energy spent.