The Fan

Hot air hangs...
It’s thick and it’s wet...
And summer well summer...
It ain’t even here yet...

Finding the fan...
For the window you see...
Putting it up...
Gets air circulation for me...

Sitting by the fan...
Naked and hot...
Feeling a breeze...
I’m just the right spot...

After a while...
You come into view...
crazy from the heat...
Sweat on you as dew...

Clothes fly away...
As you cross the room...
All at once naked...
You chase away the gloom...

You bend and you stretch...
All down to your toes...
Palms to the floor...
Such a naughty pose...

Coming to attention...
My thoughts do arise...
As I begin to observe...
Pink within your thighs...

Standing behind you...
You’re still in that pose...
You’d like me behind you...
Oh well, here goes...


Phoebus
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