Summer Heat

Standing at the open window
lightly dressed in a scanti negligee
I exchange some words with the neighbbour.
Watering her flowers,
she complains about the unbearable heat

I'm about to answer,
when a sudden grip around my ankle
makes me cringe.
When have you sat down
on the floor next to me?

Like spiders
your fingers begin to move
along my legs.
I wave my hands as if chasing away an insect.
'The mosquitos are most annoying!' the neighbour says.

'Wait a minute, my love!'
I beg you silently.
But the naughty spiders
keep on crawling upwards my thighs
until they have achieved their aim.

Aroused by the tickling and prickling
my breath becomes faster and fluttering.
'Aren't you feeling well?' the neighbour asks.
'The heat', I gasp,
'it's so hot … sooo hot!'

All of a sudden,
a finger penetrates
my treasure chest.
With a throaty moan
I cling to the window sill.

'You should lower the window shade and rest a while!'
the friendly neighbour advises me.
With a thankful smile I close the shutters
and reach for you passionately.
Watch out! I'm gonna take revenge!