Heat was the definition of who we were,
Heat defined our every encounter, in metaphor as in reality,
Heat making the bedroom so hot that we were sweating before our clothes could hit the floor,
Heat that gave those lips that much more gloss before they touched mine,
Heat that made your voluptuous breasts shimmer in the mini-lights,
Heat which had your perfect nipples ready when I put them to my lips,
Heat that made me feel home as I suckled on your breast,
Heat as you moaned and cradled my head,
Heat that made you wetter every single second,
Heat that pulled your thighs toward my face,
Heat that pulsated into your clit as my tongue lapped with thirst,
Heat that radiated from your pussy as it reached its climax,
Heat my cock would find inside you, legs spread open,
Heat between our bodies as I thrust in and out of you,
Heat as your nails grip my back, bracing for another climactic wave,
Heat when you call out my name, your perfect blonde hair soaked in sweat,