I Want to be Like Her

She reminds me of summer.

The summer that was all lithe limbs, brown skin, long hair and sex.

She moves with the freedom & confidence of that summer.

Secure, comfortable in her skin and the way she moves.

I want to bury my nose against her skin and smell the dirt, sweat, lotion, heat, musk of her.

I want to be like her.

Full of grace and heat and sun.

Bare feet and loose hair, easy and sure.

I want to be beauty and music and light and laughter and color.

I want to be like her.