Heat
by Darren Stone

Tortuous heat.
Damned tortuous heat.
Chasing her legs all the way up and still she tastes like sweat.
I crave her sweat but I'll be glad for October.

And then the Winter blankets.

But today is a day where lovemaking is in the mind.
Damned heat.
Today is in the mind.
The dreams.  The pause.
Her skin sticks to mine.
A place between comfort and passion.

Damned Virginia Summer..