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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.
.........
(Written August, 2007)
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.
.........
(Written August, 2007)
