‘In The Heat of The Night’
The night is sultry and the languid breeze
Smells of sticky sweet Jasmine
As it clings to each salty bead of sweat
Dripping…
Dripping…
Dripping…
From your brow, onto my breasts.
Waves break in the distance
Echoing each tangled arch
And the sea, the warm, wet, surgent sea
Cools in a steaming mist against our feet…
Ebbing…Flowing…Ebbing…Flowing…
Stirring molten love’s embrace
Like ‘Dante’s Inferno’…
Until the flaming, unbridled, night is stolen--
By the rays of the morning light.
deborahburch©
07/24/2012
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