by Mari_Akiko
I liked your poem, perhaps it is just the humidity of Texas, but my sweetness and I often chuckle about the pool of hot moisture our bodies create, so... I can relate (~_~) nice write!
Not much to add in a real serious way. Maybe just a follow up to My Erotic Trail. Had I had to read this very same poem in mid August in the Washington DC area where I live, I just wonder if the moisture image would have worked just as well...
Maybe there are seasons for poems too?
Awakening in the cool of the morning ~ before the humidity takes over ~ a sweet togetherness.