It's that month again -- when lust runs red hot through every vein; when every song evokes a feeling of deep yearning and love; when love is found; when surprises are hoped for.... and when the thirst for hot, sweltering nights is impossible to quench.
This sensual month always puts me into a somewhat calm frenzy. My nerves jump, my moods are like thunder, my heart beats faster every minute leaving me breathless and I dance all by myself, under the starry, moonless night. While the sweat drips down my neck, I turn in circles with my eyes closed, reminiscing the past with a tingle down my spine.
Is it a figment of this lusty time or is my intuition right when I say I feel that I am going to be surprised this month?
No, it cannot be.
As these months come and go, and as again I am thrown into the early sweltering winds of October, the red hues and sensual provocation cloud my judgment, making me more naive.
But it never phases me somehow... I never stop hoping, I never stop pulsating, and my heart never stops throbbing.
And I shall go on and try not to hope... swinging these skirts... sweating under the foggy, October skies... singing for the rains to come down...
.... wishing that this is the month I get swept off my feet and higher than my fingers can reach.