One night stand

The heat beneath my skin is moving faster;
Quickening it's pace until it approaches.
My heart is thriving for it--pleading.
All it does is escape from under me.

It slithers away, putting on recycled clothes,
From the sweetened day before this mess.
Up, up, and away it travels circling--moving.
It runs away from my thriving heart and on,
To the next.