Oh, summertime love. How brief and lovely you are.
A vacation in the mind to escape to during the drudge of the white-blue freeze.
Summer sex is the sex you don’t need to stay warm.
I’m hot, make me hotter.
Let’s experience this slippery moment in bare ecstacy.
A cold shower after a hot encounter, shared.
The freezing drips send sharp sizzling vibrations on my skin, almost audible.
Scrub my back, please- I can’t reach.
We were dirty, now we’re clean. Want to be dirty again?
Hot core, cold epidermis, a confusing cacophony of dirty, clean, hot, cold, inside, outside.
We’re saturated with so many fluids.
Summer sex, the sweaty glory of love and love making.
Summer sex, my favorite kind.