The Heat

As the temperature rose I began to feel heat. It burned so bad I could feel the crackling under my feet. My Palm’s felt warm as if they were sweaty. I was almost willing but unsure if I was ready. The sweat beads on my forehead began to trickle It was a funny feeling in my stomach it felt like a tickle. Maybe every one was around me but I knew I stood alone. Many nights I yearned for you but you never came home. I thought about the way you smelled and your soft touch. I wanted to move slowly because I knew there was no rush. My heart was so tender like it was ready to melt. You might have just gone to work but I realized it was love that I felt.