the iced coffee sitting beside me
sweats in the heat of the sun,
i grab for it
the sharpness of the emerald grass
tickles my backside of my hand,
it sends me back to a faint memoir of
being planted
in your embrace,
back kisses and warm skin,
my libido red hot,
my labia minora, a coveter
for his tongue.
my body goes hot from the thought
or from the mild rays above.
in fact, he reminds me of the sun,
leaving me in infatuation with
unconditional warmth
and a dry wind
he’s like summer
Felineisms 