Midsummer in front of your house ….
Heated breezes whip around you
Like hot pensioned breaths
Of a teasing lover
Tingling tongues saliva sweating
Your thin cotton dress laps gently about you
Gripping you as subtly as a cautious lover.
You close your eyes
And feel the dress transforming to sheets
That tosses around you so softly no longer confining
Yet pulling insistently tugging on your thighs.
As you stand outside in the noon sun
With legs slightly apart
“You must lie down,” you think, as the heat outside
No match for that which burns within you
And you turn and enter the house
Closing the door behind you
But the heat remains within you
And you will not be denied.