A Lady Doesn’t Sweat She...Perspires! Poem by Dónall Dempsey

A Lady Doesn’t Sweat She...Perspires!

Rating: 5.0


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! ”

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gina Pisapia 06 August 2007

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

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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