Summer Breakup

In the warm spring air as humid nights linger Hands caress in silence She revels in his tender stare Barefoot they walk hand in hand As nature's splendor surrounds They drank heavily in their passion consumed with love But love's elixir ran too fast Hot and heavy as the summer heat Like a potion she thirst for more Awaiting each day for his sensual touch Passion fused always wanting more Whatever he wanted she freely gave She wanted more and he began to want less They played willingly with fire Riding high on desire She was running hot He became distant running cold Chains of steel could not bind him Her flames could not melt the ice The cold autumn wind blew in Took the fire from his soul The summer love that once flowed like wine Turned sour before the winters snow. 5/8/15 Copyright 2015 Phyllis Babcock