Sweet Summer Sweat

James R. Muri
Copyright 1999

Ah, when nights are hot and sticky
And thin cotton clings in pasted dripping hues
I sip the smell of feral sweaty ardor
And stir the beast that chases off the blues.

You can have your cool encounters
Those chilly, warm-me winter jousting cuddles
I’d rather pant in dripping smiling languor
Overspent afloat upon your belly’s pulsing puddles.

Not for me those careful sanitary nights
Of cool satin and perfumed fluffy pillowsham
Give me your heat and your wet compliant company
Then roll me out in time to catch my morning tram.


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