By heart Song
Date: 18 August 1999

In the heat of August

It wasn't a casual affair.
In the heat of August
as the sweat rolled down his chest
her breath catching in her own.
How could she not touch him?

Damp curls clung against her face
her finger tips trembled
touching each muscle in his strong firm sholders.
Wanting those arms to hold her.

A sensual sound escaped her lips 
as he firmly crushed her to him,
Her apron hem clutched in her hand.
His hair in the other.