Sensuous Nights
Fragrant smells of
Honeysuckle on the vine
Surround my
senses
So thick is the
Heat
The smell
You can almost
Taste it
Sweat softly
Runs down my
Breast
Around my hairline
In the distance
I hear an owl call out
Answered by the
lonely
Sound of a train as it
Passes by
Summer in the south
I lay here in the heat
And think of our
Sensuous nights in London
You don't hear and
You don't think of the hot nights
We had
Or do you?
This time I may never know
But I am wet
From the heat.