Her Indian Summer, mark v, unfinished
09/15/2015
Oppressive heat drifted on oceanic waves
so thick you could see it
sparkling languor
filtered by sultry sunlight
He applied and wore it
like a finely woven suit
or a glamour he’d cast
luring me closer, drawing me in
The steam from his pores clouded my vision
blindly I followed his lead
coaxed by the scent of fervid nectar
and a mouth that tasted sweet like sin