An August day turns into night
without the breath of a cool breeze.
The warm air,
humid against their skin
chases two sweethearts indoors.
The reddened bodies sit
with flesh that aches
the way sun faded leather is taut.
The girl hisses short breaths of pain
each time she moves.
Her pink skin exposed
he skims an aloe covered hand
across her shoulders and tender back.
Beneath his fingers
her skin feels like
the hot hand of passion
reaching for his groin.
Barely breathing beneath a sunburn
an ecstatic smile scorches
across her peeling lips
the delight in her eyes
meets the hunger reflected in his.
Her image of intimacy fades
like the white imprintof his touch on her skin.