A mid-summer day presents it’s fire-eyed touch preluding hot, dappled skin and beads of sweat drawing lines down my inner thighs
June bugs hum a sultry sound, as prickly pear fruits ripen a royal red, thus desired of hearts’ quickening with lust and love-lost in seas of romantic combustion and desires
Awakened are bold and ignite-ly colors enamored in our longing eyes’ sharpened edges
A summer’s green brightened by a nectar’s germinated delectables swelling with sweet, dulcet juices—tongue raptured and tantalized senses
Turned burgundy wine, with hot reflections as love sunk passions collide
Beneath cotton on pillowed bed silks
A welcomed coolness sooths body
Wandering hands touch, igniting soul-songs and thunder beings
His warm presses of lips move withal a paradise of senses striking my cords thus enlivened—leaving his mark, over and over again
Consuming the very flesh of me