Summer Nights

Finally, our summer-time has returned 
it’s warm tonight,
you’ve come ready to play
that kind of warmth
where everything sits still
too tired to move anymore.
Nothing wants to be outside
not until things cool a bit.
There on top of the comforter
your room begs to be used again
in the old kind of ways.
Voices and sounds
are alive again.
Up on the saddle,
against the sensitive air
your long hair on shoulders
it feels good to be free again.
That topless stare
I know you love sharing,
eyeing the excitement in me
tonight is so brand new.
I won’t take time for granted
as long as we’re in this room.

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