Hot Summer Love

Ahhh summer, when the nights are hot and love is even hotter. There are memories of a summer like that down in the Florida Keys, a whole block of time I call the loving days, racing our jet skis with the wind to the outer islands for shells, then docking at a tiki bar for buffalo wings and icy Coronas with lime. But it was the nights... I miss the nights the most, when the perspiration was there before the passion even began, and the only thing that cooled after was a dip in the emerald Gulf and maybe a frozen marguerita, or two, and overhead in the night sky, heaven’s own stars shimmied like diamonds strip-dancing on the surface of the water. Hot summer nights in the loving days, when the nights were hot but love was even hotter.