Dry Heat

As I open the door
I breathe in the aroma of pine and perspiration
I see her on the top bench
A tiny towel barely covering her decency

I sit below
My body aching to be naked
I ask if she would mind
She says it would be her pleasure

And so we share the dry heat together
I feel the beads of sweat form at my neck
Before they trickle down through the thick forest
Covering my chest

They continue their journey
Across my stomach
Beyond my hips
Before pooling at my crotch

I close my eyes
And find myself drifting off
Until I am awoken
By hands, touching my naked body