Stealthily at first and then brazenly, His warm presence unavoidable as palpable as the translucent beads of moisture that dot my cupid's bow. Many moments are unwelcome Like when hot sticky sweat Coaxed out of my flaccid body trickles down at a fervent pace Over mounds of flesh that is a testament of fatty repasts of cooler times. Every action and reaction is an effort tinged with a lethargy that is synonymous to his genial counterpart. Oh how I miss winter. Summer is here and my body feels it first The sweat and the grime and the heat are a fixture Brows furrow, eyes crinkle, parched is No wore a word in the dictionary Clothes come off, with nary a sensual suggestion, Any hints at intimacy vehemently shrugged off One's own body seeming a burden to bear It doesn't get more grounded or real than this. Blinking at the harsh eye crinkling rays I look down at the verdant tapestry of my tiny garden Nodding and swaying to the summer breeze Lea
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