That dreamy summer sex keeps creeping back.

That sunscreen, tan-line, gin and lime sex keeps looking up and asking for more. It’s that white linen blanket, cool breeze through the window, and sun-lit hairs on her arms sex that’s calling to me.

For us, it was that lazy slow sex that made us tremble. It was tentative fingers, chlorine lips, and a brush from the back of a hand that made muscles shiver.

Between her thighs, looking up at her blue eyes as I parted her lips, I never believed it. Inside her, her arms around my neck and her breath in my hair, she didn’t believe it either.

When I close my eyes, it’s the feel of her open thigh as my fingers trace her skin. It’s her teasing lips and her arched back that are the most vivid. The words that lingered on her tongue as she guided me to her, echo in my ear and all I remember is that I want her.

That dreamy summer sex keeps creeping back.

And I can’t forget the shape of her chin.