Golden Summer

In the peak of summer,
When the skin scorches with thoughts impure
We meet, in the oppressive heat
For an afternoon siesta

I welcome you to my ravenous abode
Unaware of your intent
Abruptly, you seize me in your embrace
Flustered, I squirm to release from your hold
But you pursue with resolute vigor

Pushing me against the wall
My hands captured with your strength
You devour my lips
Till you taste success.

I respond
Tongues swim with impassioned hunger
As your hands explore, every sinuous curve

Ahh, the twitch between my legs
You feel it and secure your power.
Heaving and puffing, licking and suckling
Bodies wreathing,
We glisten in the golden summer

We bind as one soul
A sense of deja vu

Where lust wasn't about consummation
But unravelling, another layer of desire.

“Stirred am I with the simmering thoughts of summer sexploits

Bodies writhing in sultry noon,

Slurping sweat, sticky juices…bathed in saltiness

Deeper into the sinful quagmire,

No wonder, this summer, more than outside, my insides are on fire…”