Summer Nights

Heat nuzzles the insides of my knees

like an unwanted advance,

I kick him off,

"Put on your pants".

Not in the mood for sweaty nights,

as Sleep sadistically watches me writhe

her somnambulist potion

she teases and deprives.

A sticky, sopping trail

Heat runs tongues down my front and back

my night-shirt clings to sweaty breasts

his saliva puddles in my crack.

"Go, leave, get off", I kick him away

Aiming the fan at my skin

But his hot mouth asphyxiates my words

As I open wide, he dives right in.

I'm prisoner to my Summer lover,

he won't let go till Fall comes back.

He pins me to damp sheets and laughs,

as Sleep just watches his attack.