Recall Those Summer Days

Come autumn I will dream of days with you.
In summer's heat, when side streets were so still,
you basked in warmth against our window sill.

As you leaned out, you saw that there were few
people about. And you gave them no clue
that I was in the shadows, keen to fill
you from behind.

Didn't such secrets thrill
your mind, your heart, your soul?
Or do I misconstrue
why you pressed back, when I pushed further in?

You even raised your blouse. Sensual appeal
sufficed to make you gasp, as in the haze,
we fucked so slowly.

Now, you can begin
to close your eyes. Allow that lust to steal
across your face.

Recall those summer days.