- Erotic Poetry
- Sweat
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Sweat,
her drenched hair
Sweat,
breaking into runnels on her back,
Sweat,
over her hunched shoulders.
She pants on all fours
My tongue,
a balance.
She tastes like honey,
The air after a rain.
Her breath is like wind,
her skin is mist.
I stop and she bends,
her back now the blade of a scythe.
Her sweet sweat falls like dew down the scythe of her back:
Moan,
Cut,
Moan,
Scatter.
It falls clear like beads on my tongue;
I am the rain-catcher.
She tastes like honey,
Like rye.
Moan,
Quake,
Moan,
Collapse.
Dried sweat,
A soft slowed ache.
We are warm,
Entangled.
Until there are more hands,
More ends,
More sweat...
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