This Is

This is...
Not the chaste lovemaking of winter
Night clothes pulled down and lifted up
Deference to the cold.
This is...
The time when passions rise
White linens tangled on the floor
The most conscientious of lovers stripped to their most carnal.
This is...
Naked flesh shimmering with a salty glaze
Moonlight glowing on an undulating back
Slick thighs sliding
This is...
Arms locked, fingers twined, the only anchor on a sweat soaked sheet.
Cries of delicious anguish muffled by mating mouths and heavy air
Dirty words panted into the dark
Fuck me
This is...
Hips bruised by a punishing rhythm
A voice made hoarse by begging for more and still more
Don't ever stop
This is...
Reality made hazy by air low on oxygen, high on humidity
Every breath an opiate of sweet, sinful sex
I love the smell of us.
This is...
The thin veil of politeness shredded by digging nails and clenched teeth
Titanium cocks pounding napalm pussies.
This..oh this..
This is summer lovin'.