Sizzling and burning in the July heat
enticing him with a perky treat.
Lazily rockin’ on my front porch,
the sun beams down its rays to scorch.
Desert like and dry as dust
as languor gives way to sex and lust.
A taste of wine as tongues collide
and sweat drenched legs open wide.
A shaft of warmth enters paradise
for bliss is reached, not once but twice.
Screams shatter the silence of a summer’s day,
and two lovers are gone in a blinding ray.
Such was this illusion conjured up in my mind.
It was a fantasy, a dream of the wanton kind.
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland