Heat of the Night

A little swelter goes a long, long way
And yet I almost wish there had been more;
To feel as if I'd never felt before
And, in the heat, feeling your waist sashay
Hoping to stretch a little more today
Out of the unforgiving night, to soar
Within the warmth, pouring from every pore
Not sweat but laughter. I would hardly say
That I love boiling, but when I see
You swaying in the mist that's risen from
The smoking bodies that surround us, I
Cannot, though I might wish I could, deny
That you - and this - are everything to me;
And if we're sweltering, well, let it come.