Last warm night.

Say goodbye to those cricket chirping nights.
Say goodbye to the moist warmth, stew tomorrow in drizzle.
What a boring feeling.
Like a whole winter ahead.
Like the cold mixed with a stabbing sensation of lonliness and cold at the same température.
This my girl is the last warm night. and cursed is the weeks and months till the solstice shows us mercy show me love...
Though you dare not!
For what must I do to earn it?
Our last warm night and the most you can do is remind me of the morrows toil?
Our last warm night. Now must I also dream of summer as if it were your perfect body?