Summer Fever

[Se****]

These wonderful summer showers,
Thin T-shirts where nipples stand tall,
Memories of playful hours,
As heavy drops begin to fall.

My hands trace the dampness of your skin,
Pulling you close in the sudden blur.
Where the storm outside and the heat within.
Leave every boundary a breathless slur.

Pressed so tight there is no space between.
Fingers tangled, pulling you near,
Lost in a rhythm hidden and unseen.
With only the pulse of our hearts to hear.

Our lips locked as raindrops stream.
A hurried temptation to reveal the stiff rise.
With ***age fever as if from a dream,
My lips take purchase of the stiffness's prize.