wisp and wishes

Heated air once more pressed caressing fingers to his sticky eyelids, stomach flip signalled crushing almost-sleep, sat there, upright in a plastic chair that pooled sweat at the base of his aching spine. Too much early summer for this teetering pile of to-dos. Mayfly thoughts scatter. Just a fuzzy fug. A cool room, a nirvana only dreamed of. Crisp air conditioning affording mere frosty glimpses and tasters, before succumbing to oppression as temporary relief inevitably is snatched away. Keep it. He focused on the screen, then pulsing eyes slid off the words he was unable to add to; yet desperate to add to. Tinkling fresh laughter outside the window, summer dresses made sheer by rays, lithe thighs and secret underwear hinted at. They look so clean. Shapes, grooves and downy hairs draw saliva. A veritable pathway for tongue trail adventures. Dull thud pulse, engorging thoughts offer him up to himself, primal and in tune with prehistory. Slack jawed and afar, he pawed at them with fiery stares, dumb lust laying bare the animal and pumping base blood. Licked dry lips, shaken head, view wrenched away and back to toil. Doppler takes the siren's giggling away. Ah, summer. You undulating, dancing, mercurial temptress. We crave you in your absence, yet rarely do we have room for you.