sweet sweaty love in the summer heat

and in the heat of the night with nary a breeze at window or door and the blankets are kicked too soon to the floor

and the humidity hangs like a fog on the shore and all you can hear is your bed partner snore

and you think oh God why can’t I sleep to dream a dream to escape this heat and your mind is thick like a slice of meat

and your body naked glistens with sweat and you want to go for a swim and get cool and wet

and time stands still as the minute hand ticks and you remember all those sweat ice cream licks

and you see her breasts rise naked too and glisten as will with her sweaty dew and you wonder if you could find the energy to and if you did would she want to screw

and you touch a droplet as it rolls past her nipple and see it bead into a tiny ripple

and in her sleep she moans aloud and in your passion a little closer you start to crowd

and you run a hand across her legs on fire and think oh God should I go much higher

and then her hand covers yours in retreat, and guides it where the treasures meet and sweat love is made in the summer heat.