The Personification of Sweat Part IV: The Final Heat

That last time we made love,

you remember, in the parking

lot of the church that night

creating sin in the most

sacred of spots.

Sinfully sliding one on top

of the other sending steam

rushing this way and that,

fogging up the windows,

creating our own special

sweat-box on a night that

could have frozen us

in our tracks...

That last time we were

together like that, was the

last time I felt true heat,

true passion, true love for

anyone or anything

Now, every time I see a

car passing by that resembles

yours, I think of that night,

of us, of something that sends

shivers from one edge of my

form to the other;

a signal to my senses

to think of the sight of you,

the smell of us,

the sweetness and sourness

of every dewy drop of you...

you...your heat.