Perspiration blooms and begins to move.
A rivulet of sweat tickles.
I can't shake it off.
I can't wipe it off.
It irritates until I think of
Your finger tracing down
along my throat,
between my breasts,
and down and down
and suddenly I don't mind the heat.
no subject
Date: 2007-08-13 09:43 pm (UTC)From:dealing with the heat!
Sadly, my summer spent in Ontario sounded
more like, "Ewww, you're all sweaty don't
touch me!" :-/
no subject
Date: 2007-08-15 04:46 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2007-08-15 12:45 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2007-08-15 04:46 pm (UTC)From: