Hot Summer Nights
©1997 by Skya Wode

The memory of hot summer nights...
All the fans in the room whirling to music of their own making...windows open...ice cold lemonade...you in nothing but your cool summer chemise...fanning yourself with your "Requerdos a Tijuana" tourista fan...me sweaty and smelling like horses after hosing her down and brushing my mare..."she needed it" you said......You peeling off my shirt...unzipping my jeans...pulling them down to my boots...me laughing "boots first"...you shrugging "not necessarily, I got you where I want you."...Me standing there...trapped with a  deer-in-the-headlights look...unable to run as you glide my panties down to keep my boots and jeans company...you look at me with that unbelievably sexy smile of yours and wiggle your eyebrows...me begging for some lemonade...my throat suddenly parched...but my lips...my other lips...wet with anticipation...
Ah...yes......the memory of hot summer nights keep me warm...watching the winter rain...with you...in my arms...once again...