Cytherean Diaphoresis

Last night's evening breezes were warm
when blowing through our bedroom curtain,
and settling Venus mixed her light  
upon your sweating twilit form,
where my love for you was fixed and certain
and pulsed with hot midsummer might.
 
Poised above your recumbent breasts  
I felt your heat as it arose,
then found in you love's proper place!
 
Your sweet tropic fragrance attests
your own fondness for pleasure throes,
plus, I saw it plainly in your face!  
 
You marveled at that session's heat
when on you I was hotly pressed
with more than my blood being raised.
 
But my love for you isn't complete
until your bosom is caressed  
and your luxuriousness is praised!  
 
The very air about you is improved
when interacting with your skin;
a luxury I would not miss;
a hot night with our clothes removed;
your hot physique with my love therein
and your sweet lips which I must kiss!  
 
And happily, no air conditional...
to spoil our coitional.