Summer Fling

It appears
I am running out of time
that fulfillment
to ease this worried mind

It could be as simple as a kiss
feeling adored in a moment
or...
it could be downright pornographic
no part of you left to the imagination
my heat conducted
anywhere you like it

Every year,
I think the same
and the season
is gone in a blink

And I am left
to release myself
when it gets too much,
inventing affairs
in all shapes and persuasions
but I still know
that the real deal
is the only thing
that will really get me off

Still a few weeks left,
and prospects are slim
but I'll keep my eye out
for that clue