I thought there would be more time

To watch you slowly dress in the dim light of morning

To hold your hand while walking the cobbled streets of Florence

But no, all of that is lost to me now

Your breasts plump with nipples warm and rosy

As you lay upon the sand

Seagulls crying in the distance

The soft rolling sound of waves hitting the shore

Or your hands pushing me into a wall

Tearing at my clothes

The feeling of lips against lips

Your breath moist as the sea air

Or your hand wrapped around my girth

The weighty flesh sluggishly snapping to attention

With every pump of your hand and arm

My testicles bouncing like hanging plums

And me hardening,

Then entering the melting heat of your mouth

Or that one time, when we were young,

And we had just met 

While skinny-dipping with mutual friends

The firelight from the shore 

Casting a warm glow across our bodies

While the moon shone like silver 

Upon the shifting surface of the water

Oh yes, how I thought there would be more time

To savor these things

Like how I savored the taste of you

Like nectar

The briney sea still wetting your thighs

And your friends watching us from the water

While we lay upon the semi-dark shore

My head buried

My hands gripping your hips

Your body twisting with pleasure

As if dancing upon my tongue