steamy
beads of sweat
between her dusky breasts
little rivers of pleasure
that collect in her navel
and threaten to spill with
each exhalation
distract me long enough
to avoid the
little death
that look in her eye
seen only when
riding me
or on the back of
my motorcycle
reignites my
passion and
all too soon
I die
Steamy Beads of Sweat
S
