Annual Curse Myself to be Rained On Entry

For most people the skin is their body’s largest organ.
These past few days, Spring has been flirting with me. My skin has been telling me all about it. Warm breezes have been like suggestive smiles from my wife. Time without a jumper has been like the indulgence of a naughty taboo. The outdoors has been full of double entendres and innuendo. It has been like: Brad, it seems like I’m saying something about winter, but you could also interpret these words to mean summer.
Oh, behave, Sydney weather! Take your hand off my leg and out from under the table cloth while we’re still waiting for the dessert at winter’s dinner party. Stop parting your clouds and giving us a peek at the sun. It’s still August! You’re not ready! This is a forbidden love.
Oh god, It’s not fair, I’m so horny for Spring.