Turning Up The Heat

by Rajul Punjabi

But as the summer hits its peak on those sensual July nights when the humid air feels like foreplay, when clothes become a nuisance and it’s all about sheets on skin and Jazz in the park and desserts fed by moonlight…does a simple fling deserve all of that art that I’m ready to create?

I may be bold, but I’m not reckless. I’m going to learn from my past, from spilling my soul too frivolously. I’ll give him my dance moves, my dinner conversation, and maybe even a little fondle. But as for my grade A summer lovin’? I’m saving that for love.