How can I forget hot August nights?

High 90s heat melting the streets,
I entered your place with sweat on my chest.
My dress shirt barely covers your beautiful skin,
round mounded breasts seeking air to flow.
Your eyes grab my thighs like claws on a hose,
the lust-hunger pours out as I begin to grow.
Drawn to your V, my shorts drop to cool,
pushing my body forward as your ass meets a stool.
Heat rises, blood quickens as sex fluid thickens.
You on the edge with legs in my arms,
the head wedges the hedges of your tulip bed.
Our honeys collide while stroke sliding inside,
shirts ripped off, nipples no where to hide.
Lips on your neck, my tongue so wet,
hearts beating and panting, we can't forget.
Turn our gaze to the side and what do we see,
but neighborly eyes boring so deep.
We embrace the heat as it continues to grow,
the emotion explosion inevitably explodes!!
Moaning to groaning to flowing some more,
the liquid warmth covers our bodies and floor.
Mmmm, I miss those hot August nights,
when will they (we) come again?

Peace, my friends