I'm working late at night, wishing to be elsewhere. 
                    duty bound 
                    listening to indigo girls. It's so hot, 
                    only the tickety tak of my keyboard 
                    and the occasional beeeeeep 
                    of the UPS telling me 
                    I'm still alive. 

                    I feel the sweat trickle down my chest 
                    one drop that rolls 
                    in a vain attempt to cool 
                    me down. 
                    And I'm transported. 

     		"We can't", you murmured, "it's the wrong time" 
     		And I nodded and kissed you. 
     		You moved to help me remove the last of our clothing. 
     		"We can't", you murmured again 
     		and slid down onto me, wide eyed and pleasure sighs 
     		and the sweat rolled off our bodies. 

                    I remember a room where you and I were, 
                    in a stinking summer and we were in the first 
                    blush of knowing each other. Sex in all 
                    it's glory. Passion reigned. 
                    Your red thighs clamped around me 
                    and the sweat rolled off our bodies 

     		The candles flickering, casting moving shadows 
     		You lit them for atmosphere, 
     		but we didn't need it. 
     		We made our own, you rising above me, 
     		poised, wet, eager 
     		and the sweat rolled off our bodies. 




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