Diary of Desires By Ronald S Porter

Memory of hot summer nights sweat and sweetness naked flesh dripping streets sounds from open window passion cracked like a whip and we... danced to a different beating of two hearts set afire and, it was cool first time we danced we found.... matching rhythms we moved across a dance floor as if we were one spirit in two bodies or one body with two congruent minds and later,in the room at the top of the stairs on a gifted brass bed, just as on the dance floor we moved together as if my flow was the only one you'd known and your body was my own and sweet jazz music played on the radio while you made love to me as if you were the one who wrote the diary of my desires