DROPS

Of Us.

A small drop of perspiration beads

Runs from my hairline

To the side of my face

And down

Across my full breasts

You trace

With your gaze and

Under my see-through gown

I'm trembling as you smile

Your eyes still on the drop

Accumulating others

In my Desire

Soon I watch as you burn

In our all consuming

Fire.

Author's Note

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Yes, the buildup can be the most succulent part of the process, and you have captured it all very well here. One can almost picture that see through gown.

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