Callous

Calloused hands graze the tenders of her limbs
Caressing the curves of his instrument
Carelessly strumming, pressing, picking at the strings

She lay watching him serenade her
Peaked cheeks flushed with blood
Her nakedness, subconscious in its demeanor
More exposed with clothes on

Unready for his displays
Gazing suddenly, begging to be kissed.
Wanting him to play her endlessly

Perspiration succumbs to the humidity and silenced passion
Both too abrupt to ignore
Screaming for attention, throbbing hearts louder than the chords.
The ceiling fan in repetition increasing the tension with every cycle.

Summer- with its lack of love interrupts October's settling
Forwarding heat waves in autumn beckoning romance
Hardened hearts and calloused hands put to use
As Lovers nest within soundtracks.