Your shirt was, of course
Hot and sticky
The day we pulled into Houston.
The car overheated,
There was no way to use the air conditioner,
And the kids were screaming in the back seat.

I couldnt help it.
The hint of muscles rippling
Under the moisture,
Damp tendrils;
Beaded sweat on your brow;
I should have been miserable, too
But I could only think of one thing.

Blithely suggesting a hotel
I thought the kids could take a break
While we,
Wet bodies writhing,
Generated just a little more heat
Making a new chapter in our
"Once upon a passions"
Storybook of us.

07/12/2004

Author's Note: Just my imagination working overtime. Hehe.

Posted on 07/12/2004
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