A Lady Doesn’t Sweat She...Perspires! - Poem by Dónall Dempsey
A bead if sweat
trickled down my neck
my shoulder blades
between the cheeks of my buttocks.
I got so wet!
And I thought:
just let him kiss me again! ”
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