Heat of the Sun

The noon-day bears down upon us,
But no flames could be hotter,
Than the passion burning within!

Like a thousands within my heart!

My spicy little Colombian chica,
What your words do for me,
As they roll off of your tongue.

Temptress! Sweet temptations...

We made love in your Miami apartment,
Hot, torrid love at that!

Our bodies were sticky, sweaty,
Both from the angry Summer sun,
And from the passions within us,
Within us both!

Caliente!

You came into the room,
In that sexy lime green dress,
And I was at a loss for words,
So I said nothing...
And just dropped my pants.

The fan was slowly running,
Blowing cool air on our naked bodies.

And you laid on the bed,
And spread your legs,
Looked up at me with that look,
And your dark brown eyes.

That was how we made sweet love,
In your little place in Miami,
Your slender legs wrapped around me,
Squeezing like a python snake,
Pressing me against you.

And how I loved it.

It was too much for me to take,
And my seed spewed forth from me,
Boiling and red hot,
Like magma from the earth.

Then we lay there,
Breathless,
For a moment that stretched,
Seemed to last forever,
No knowing what to say.

I would like to do that again,
Sometime, sometime soon,
My beloved little chica.