A bead if sweat
trickled down my neck
slipped between
my shoulder blades
slipped under
my bra
& tickled
between the cheeks of my buttocks.
I got so wet!
And I thought:
“Oh, God...
just let him kiss me again! ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I thought you were in drag here but then I realised you had adopted the female persona...ya must have got inside information from your girlfriend! It's a good honest representation of what it is like to kiss a guy you really want and make no sweat about it. The one detail of following this one dropp is funny and lovely. Might I take umbrage with the title and say that a lady neither sweats or pespires but...glows! You tell it like it is. This poem kisses me again and again trickels down the inside of my mind. When I read it...I glow! GinaXXX