It’s here, it’s there, it’s everywhere,
Radiating in the hot waves of air.
Heat from the sun, that shines ever
So bright this June colours the strawberries
Yet the sun is not the source of all
The heat, gosh no. Something more
Primal accounts for that, the beating
Of blood through veins, singing a
Song of promise and desire. Now That
Is why it is so hot now, the heat
Starts in the lust forged fire.