The summer heat is as intoxicating as the gay nightlife of Montreal. The midnight air is scented with sex, and my arousal grows with each cruising glance and brush of our bodies. We surrender to primal urges, our eager hands exploring skin and desires, until all we need is each other. Hot passion explodes in kisses and thrusts. Spiritual connection is experienced in exquisite unity. We are one, the summer night sky a witness to our blissful communion.