making love

she lies
here, in the
warm shadow
of summer. her
brown skin
glistening
from sweat, her
heart still
racing, and
she smiles,
with her arm
across you.
as the ceiling
fan goes slow,
and it's as if
we are drifting
on a raft beneath
a canopy of trees,
along the shores
of a strange land,
somewhere you've
never been before,
and in a place,
you never want
to leave.