brainhellhole overspill

we made love when
summer was to end
and our flesh sizzled
like shy drops of rain
against the flaming earth.

it was an affair that
no one is to know -
we made love when
summer was to end.

the night was so parched
and so were we
with skin and moan
and juices of love divine.
we made love when the day
was to end, when rain was away.

in the burning heat of
our tongues our
bodies spun,
undulated like dry
waves of heavy air
and no one
was to know.

it was that night
when summer had to
leave, we were consumed
by lust and
fire and thrill and
silence - just before
storm and thunder
reign the  land.

~ by geniusness on May 2, 2008.