Aphrodisiatic Summer

The smell of summer makes me sick for love.

What is it about the suns warmth and

natures growth that causes a yearn so intense?

I need a hit.

Lips kiss

creating rivers between limbs.

Adoring my arousing beauty

Bodies and minds collide, form as one.

You ryhmes with me in this sweet concupiscent poetry

Summer's swelter evokes, passion a rise

Lust desires. Rebuiling bridges, old lovers cross.

Voodoo spells clinching sheets flushed red cheeks.

Dirty sounds

 profound heart pounds

dripping sweat whats next.

Trapped in love/lust's delicate box.