Sweat
A whisper flies across my room,
my room is so cold.
The whisper says that I want you,
tonight.
I'll open the windows to liberate it!
It will freeze your skin
if it catches up your maddening impatience.
It penetrates you like a fire sword,
forcing you to write a plot
about we fucking a lot,
doing a sex plot.
Night is over our heads
and now my room is burning.
You and I, staring ourselves.
My obscenest feelings overflow my pants.