Against the cool of your skin
Is the beckoning of touch,
Ringing crystalline droplets
Glistening trails on curves
That plead for caresses. 
Anticipatory surface tension
Tested against lingering traces
Until ever so slightly vibrating
In a sweet longing response.
Suspense is broken by desire
For a full bodied, sweet taste. 
Thirstily savouring the flavour, 
Sun kissed, warmed in hand
And held in a divine vessel