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)
You've left me sweating and panting. I couldn't get rid of the sweats so I got rid of the pants! Ez
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
Dee, Didn't they ever teach you not to tease the animals in the zoo? B.V.A.
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
Wow Dee... and I thought you didn't do erotica. :) Zen