Summer Dream
Summer Dream
You sit astride my hips
head lowered, hair dangling
auburn vines of fire
Animalistic in your lust
your thighs flexing prayers
to the gods of desire
and damnation
Sweat drips from your pores
like the honey slow drip
of raindrops
falling from leaves
Summer nights like this
we lie entertwined
like jalebi
spent from an evening
of making love
in the August heat
with only the whir of the ceiling fan
to keep our desires
from consuming us
When we wake from this dream
we wonder how much was real
our bodies slick to the touch
sheets drenched with the only evidence
we will ever need
Black Satin 
I need to start making those summer dreams come true…yum.
Thank you for stopping by Tara, it’s good to see you! And thanks for the sexy comment 🙂
You returned like a lion!
I love this deeply sensual, stirring poem.
-H
Thank you for the comment! Yes, I’m trying to get back into writing mode–looking for that elusive muse…
hot, steamy write, the image is perfect.
Thank you for the comment, I appreciate you stopping by!
Ooh, delicious poem. I love the comparison to jalebi. Yummy.
Thank you Marita! Glad you enjoyed, stop by anytime.
mmmm… wonderful as a breeze in summer. btw j. your poem is up at white curtains,
and a huge thank you.
Thank you for your lovely comment, Paige. I love the look/feel of your new blog. It was my pleasure to submit 🙂