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Let's get sweaty...
... and sweaty.
Time just goes on
as we get lost together,
lost to anything and everything
... with each other.
The shadows of the day
slowly glide around from one side of the room
to the next...
and the light slowly fades
leaving shadows and shades of dark Gray,
broken now by the candles
flickering from the tables.
The ceiling fan
Left with our own measures of time
and the unspoken words...
the stares from half closed eyes...
and the ones seemingly adrift...
and our sweat.
thank God they sweat.
damp with your desires...
and your needs...
sticking to your forehead,
The beautiful glisten
of your body
from your fingertips
down to your toes,
as it meshes
and moves with mine...
and then away from me...
then back again....
over and over... without thought
except for the joy
you are bringing...
sticking to our skin...
warm, wet drops
dripping from our chins...
wiped out of eyes...
sliding down your ribs,
then slipping down
between your breasts...
a pool forming in you belly button.
The salty taste of your/my body...
blending in and becoming
the flavor of us...
our flavor of the day.
thank God they sweat.
And in the afterglow...
knowing this is just the first
of many days
and nights of sweat....
we move easily
© copyright unlistedone 2006
4/20/2006 12:25 am
~~waving my church lady fan~~ You know....I always say that "Southern girls don't sweat...they just glisten." But lordy....this one is enough to make any girl sweat.....north, south, east, or west! ~~now where did that damn fan go?????~~ 143 wamhfaf |
4/20/2006 5:01 am
Well you just made me sweaty. Time for a cold shower.|
4/20/2006 3:31 pm
Hmmmm, what have you gone and done to all the woman folk? How can we hope to compete with that?|
4/21/2006 1:32 am
This poem was born because of that phrase. I had heard it so many times... so I decided to call it exactly the way it is.
The lines "Women sweat... Thank God they sweat." is really the key or base for the entire poem. I am thrilled beyond belief that a woman would make love with me, and in doing so, give everything she has into the lovemaking. (And to do so, I had to make the entire poem hot, sensuous, and sultry.) I'm glad it made you want to have to fan yourself. hug, me
Polly, trust me, I would "NEVER" mistake a woman for a horse! And I wouldn't insult a woman in that manner. I'm not the type that just gets on and rides. I want my partner to feel and be the center of attention. And I think it's very sexy and proper that a woman sweats.
Thank you firestarter,
That was the exact response I was looking for with this one. I want my reader to react to my poetry. And when they react the way I intended them to, it's kinda fun! hug, unlisted
Fly, thank you too.... 143 as always, me
It wasn't my intention to do anything more than praise the moments and praise the view, and response of a woman in the act of lovemaking "with" her partner.
How do you compete with this? You don't.
You take this, put it into feelings for your partner, and then react to everything she does. Make it a long, lazy, torrid day of lovemaking.
4/22/2006 1:24 am
Mzhuny... I would say I'm sorry for that... but I would be fibbing if I did!!! Thanks for being you, and for coming by... hug, me|
4/22/2006 11:27 am
There is nothing better than a slick wet body during sex. My hair wet from sweating, just dripping down my back and face. My legs sliding all over my lovers body. The feeling of the chill as I am cooling off with the air conditioner or a fan blowing over my body. The smell of sex and sweat in the air is such a turn on to me. A lover that touches my body with his hands and wipes off my sweat to help cool me down. Seeing the wetness on the dark sheets and knowing that I worked up that sweat with passion. Gotta love every minute of it! Thanks for the post darlin, it just made my day!|
4/24/2006 6:26 am
Desperate times would call for desperate measures. But as far as me messing with a horse, or any other animal, "DON'T THINK SO!!!" NOPE NOT EVER!!! LOL!!!!
I understood where you were going Polly, just playing a little. Biggest hugs, my dear friend, me
What a response! Wow!!! I'm glad my post made your day, and I have to say your comment really made mine! I'll second everything you said. It is one of those perfect moments in life. Thanks for stopping by. You are most welcome here anytime. Big hug, unlisted one
4/24/2006 9:17 pm
WOW! and WOW! again! I've always said there was only one good reason to get hot and sweaty, and working in the garden sure wasn't it... But making love in a garden--now there's an idea.... Made me long for the touch of Mr. Potential--and damn, he left for a conference this morning. Good thing we had the weekend. Thanks for "recording" the memomory, Unlisted!|
4/25/2006 11:51 pm
You're welcome... though this past weekend is recorded forever inside your memories. And what nice memories they must be for you, too.
Making love in a garden is wonderful, so long as the bees don't disturb you. The fresh air, the cool breeze, the scent of the flowers... the shadows flickering across our bodies from the clouds and the trees.
Thanks for giving me this rejuvenated memory. soft hug, me