Lemonaide

There is just something about a hot summer day, an icy glass of lemonaide, a thin cotton dress, and a woman. It is one of my fantasies to photograph such a scenario.

Cotton print dress: buttons, front, neck to hem, top three open. Early evening rain, whispering straight down through vivid green trees. Lemonaid, the heady bight of rum. Drops fall from glass and sky. Sipping. Fabric translucent in spreading circles, now here, then there. Cool. Wet. Nipples tumescent. Ice cube, dripping even colder. Light touch, here, there. Hands slow and languid then one by one, no buttons. Open. Ice on flesh; electric shock. Fingertips, slide, rhythmic. Slow tensioning. The sigh of release.