Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #184

The Night

by Belinda Roddie

The night was hot as Hell, and we rolled up

the sleeves of our shirts so we could endure

the blist'ring heat. We decided to stop

by the gas station for a drink to slurp

and candy bars to snack on before we

went back to your place. You took off your top

the moment the door slammed. Your bosom free

and your skin moist and glistening, you plopped

yourself on the couch and patted the space

beside you. I could not resist - I fell

onto the cushions, my perspiring face

nearly colliding with your chest. The smell

of body odor was mixed with your own

perfume, and I was servant to your throne.