The porch stair creaks as I step into the yard.
And humid air wafts with the sweetness of honeysuckle.
You sit there
In your beauty
On a tire
With no care in the world.
You look up at me and smile beckoning me to join you.
The tease of your lips tempt me
And the twinkle in your eyes promise me wicked temptations.
I can’t resist.
You are my heat, my summer,
The weight of you on me irresistible.