Horny cats yowl a cappella,
In a fiery summer night dating ritual.
Heated fights pierce the collective hum,
Of air-condition units,
Struggling to cool down the humid air,
And tempers,
Swirling over the sleepless metropolitan.
Making love is a sticky venture,
For the furred,
And the furless.
Lust driven by hormones,
Gamed by opportunity, determination,
And a good dose of timing and luck.
Electrode fingers, rubbing bodies,
Touching, sensing, probing,
Trying,
Producing sweat, raising temperatures,
Generating fun-static electricity,
Pleasure,
And envy.
Street lights glow through the window shades,
I lay beside you,
Listening to your quiet breathing,
And yowling silently.