Heated

Is it the heat felt in sun baked
Corners or the heat fueled by passion?
Is it the slow steady beat of desire? 
Sentiment, a fervor that motivates but 
Immobilizes, or is it the slow heavy
Air that oppresses movement under 
The weight of nature's outdoorsy circumstances?
I have always associated hot days 
With the high temperatures that link
Sensuality with the liquid, languid,
Hot of summer, stilled by heated air, 
Yet impassioned to undertake trysts
Encouraged by a slow steady beat of desire 
Not stifled under a blanket of humidity 
To lie beneath an undulating fan
In the darkness and the sweat of fantasy