You know it's hot
When the ocean water
No longer quenches
Parched skin
You know it's hot
When I haven't
The energy to chase you
And I can only wait
Until you catch me...
You know it's hot
When tiny little beads
Of moisture form
Upon my body
And slowly form a trickle
That snakes down through
My breasts
And nestles
Quite nicely
In my
Belly...
Button!
Now that's hot!
((HW)/02 May,2007)
Woooooooooosh! ..Just smoke-out my P.C. wires why dont'cha' lass? ! .lol! I like this a lot, but must concur with Mr. Allen, directly below me, here..... FjR
You've left me sweating and panting. I couldn't get rid of the sweats so I got rid of the pants! Ez
Yes, it is, and so apropos today. I can feel the sweat form and drip- oh, wait, that's really there. Great poem.
This poem is 'soo hot' I had to turn the air conditioner way up. respectfully yours, 'not ruining my bad name' enjoyed reading
Paris Hilton couldn't have said it any better....nothing is as hot as a woman's belly button filled up with sweat. I better go before I start thinking about it.
DEE DEE DEE........humidity is just too........... an this poetic little hot cake needs water.........
Somehow I don't think you're talking about the humidity....sizzling write Dee! All the best, Diane
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dee, Didn't they ever teach you not to tease the animals in the zoo? B.V.A.