Beads of sweat

The bed is close tonight,

The air is filled with heat,

The shower runs cool and cold,

Soaked wet you leave your feet.

We lay there in the summer,

The window with its breeze,

The sheets pulled back before us,

My hands across your knees.

Our mouths combine with moisture

Tracing beads of sweat,

So the bed is close tonight

And I haven’t started yet.

 

 

 

 

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Thank you M

INSPIRED BY  PUTTING MY FEET IN THE DIRT

THOUGHTS AND PERSPECTIVES FROM THE MIND OF A COMMON GIRL

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