Lustful humidity

     What a perfect ending to a wonderful night. I tell myself to remember these nights for I know they may the last as time passes…

     A horrifically gory movie followed by a mature atmosphere of drinks atop a balcony in the center of town. And let me say that the exhaustingly humid air only intensified the feelings of lust that were sprinkled graciously upon us last night. The elegance of her walk, the smoothness of her tanned skin, the tightness of her black tank top pressed against her breasts…what more could I ask for?

     Through quiet conversation about what we should do from her on out was only a momentary damper on a night of perfection. Two strong drinks later and a feeling of tipsiness on both parts delivered us back to my room. A feeling of wrongness to go through with the night together was shot down the moment the cool air from the inside offset the impending heated passion that was bound to ensue. Thank god for air conditioning on nights like this- a perfect equilibrium to balance the patience we set forth before entering the bedroom.

     A modest proposal I’d call it after our talk at the bar, yet a intriguing catch-22 to throw up in the air for the time being. Blinds up, fully exposed, lights on, we didn’t care. If there was an audience outside, I hope they had popcorn.

     One hour later, clothes back on, regaining our breaths, I drop her off. However, not before I pull over to quietly sneak up on the bush of white roses that I’ve eyed all summer. I rip the horned stem with my teeth, smell the beauty in that moment exuded by the rose, and hand it to her.

     Goodnight, I’ll see you next week…

"no more I love you’s…the language is leaving me… no more I love you’s…changes are shifting outside the world"