Summers day

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It was a hot day and a good excuse for the bums to go swimming. If you dared opening your window, the mosquitoes would come and suck your warm blood. They liked it warm, the same way you loved your coffee in the morning
Ice creams fell off their cones, dessert for the ants and sex in the bedroom felt like sex in a sauna, no 48 hour protection roll on could mask the scent of hot sex.
The heat got into your bones and under your skin until you soaked in it. Hopefully the cold comes tomorrow and lifts the skirts and dresses of the women walking by. It’s not summer without a flash of flesh