Late September Heat

by N J Thornton   Oct 2, 2008

They’d only just met;

sipping lemonade in the
breath of late September
and wearing barely anything,

but youth and passion.

A word of four letters
kissed their aching skin
as tender thoughts trickled

from their fingertips,
and lips, and hips,

and arrayed as a wave
of gentle heat beneath the
shade of the season’s lushness.


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