July Heat!

rocking chair

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.


Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland