The heat
is palpable.
I can feel her next to me
despite inches of separation.
I feel her move.
I sense her presence
from the changes in the air
between us
long before our thighs glance off each other.
It is all quite intense.

I eye the space between us
wondering if it will grow or close.
Wondering if either of us
have intent
involved in the intensity of the heat.
I sweat,
droplets dribbling down my nose.
I simply stare forward
hoping she doesn’t notice.

It is so hot
and she is so close.
I can feel it all.
This exquisite torture will end eventually.
It has to.