Sunday, July 20, 2008

hot summer night...

a rivulet of sweat
undulates down your cheek
and neck,
makes its way
slowly over your
pulsing chest toward
your belly. I stop it
with my tongue
and you are hard again.

14 comments:

Deadman said...

It's a rare talent that can turn licking sweat into an explosion of erotic sensation...

Jean said...

Thank you, Mark :-)

kdzu said...

Ahhhh!! Summertime in the south.
Tangled, sweaty sheets.
Most excellently done Darlin'.

Jean said...

if it were only real, Larry!

dianne said...

Wow Jeannie that's hot stuff, you have painted a very sensual picture there! Mmmm... ;)

Blaez said...

kinda reminds me of what we did last night......*blushes* you read my thoughts, jean!

Jean said...

Ladies, I'm so glad you can relate! :-)

dianne said...

Well I do have a very good memory Jean! ;) xoxox

Doom said...

Wow, better than ice cream, though the two go good together, somehow. I like puzzles, especially ones I can figure out, like the one you wrote!

the walking man said...

Quite a sensual portrait for nine lines of words.

Thanks for coming by Jean.

Jean said...

Doom, I love ice cream too...heh.

Walking Man...welcome!

AspergantuS said...

I have to go to the bathroom.
I'm DEFINITELY having a moment.

Jean said...

I wondered where you've been!!

boneman said...

whoa....danged hot stuff here.
Tell ya what though....
there's no AC here at the house. Sweat pouring all the time.