In the movies heat is an aphrodisiac.
The slow drip of sweat between the breasts;
a salty solicitation.
Gradually sloping down the belly,
following the curve of the thigh.
The clear juices of a fruit, ripe for picking.
In reality, it’s too damn hot.
Touch me before the mercury dips below 85 degrees,
and I cannot be held responsible for my actions.
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