Heat Wave

There is no choice but to strip down naked,
it seems the only reprieve from this climbing humidity.

I draw the blinds,
for there is no reason for me to be clothed now.

I yank the briefs off
allowing my growing cock to breathe.

There is no air conditioning here,
only a slight breeze from an open window
to caress this bare state

But that doesn't last long,
I find a hardness
that can no longer be ignored.

Drifting back to the previous evening,
I am locked inside her candied grip,
a grip instigated by my mouth
in passionate slurps and concentrated licks

I see her squirm beneath my manipulations
my selfish mission to hear her
call me, beg me
to activate the sensations
in thrust after thrust

Sticking together,
our rapid breaths
frenetic in the heat
of this cock inside that pussy

Drawn from the moment,
this engorged manhood
pumped in the clamp of my hand,
dangerously close to letting the cum fly

I will have to tell her about this,
what I had to do in the heat of this lonely evening
when I should be fucking her.

Nothing else needs to be added.. and mm.. nothing else needs to be said... we shall finish this behind the scene my tender poet.. I got your briefs off thus far... wink 🐾🐾

Certainly agree with the first two lines, speaking as one who goes naked indoors during heatwaves, when indoor clothes seem futile. You add poignancy to the poem with the narrator's memory of a night before in partnered company.

northern cali is banking 110, but i dont think it compares to ur pouring of .. words...;) i wanna say-- such heated baring.. and u even give her feedback, lukky gal.

"I am locked inside her candied grip,"
~definitely evoking sighs with this line, loveitt!

wishin u a fancee day mfriend,
~d

A heated baring is right!  We did get a storm today, but it did little to remedy the sweltering heat.  

I will confess, I enjoyed that line, too.

Appreciate the commentary.