SWEAT
It’s hot tonight…85 degrees.
I’m sticky with sweat. It pours over my breasts to drop from the hoops plunged through my nipples. I’m salty and feeling dirty, sexy dirty, skin is wet, cloths are damp. I look out the window at the neighborhood, lights are on everywhere. Nobody can sleep. It’s the sting of summer, the call of the night. I can feel my shirt gripping tighter as the night grows hotter. The sun’s been down for hours already, but relief won’t come ‘til early morning.
I strip to almost nothing but I’m still burning up, it’s not enough. I turn the air up but it’s in the next room. The fan twirls overhead yet does nothing to catch the places of my body that want its caress.
I’m standing at the window praying for a breeze…just one cool, soft breeze to raise goose bumps on my skin, just a light tickle. I stand; face pressed against the cool glass, the white of my tank top and slim panties stark against the night. Damn summer!
I could run a bath, strip off everything and slip beneath the cool blue, the water licking at my thighs as I lowered myself into a quite release. I’d rather embrace the heat and let the sweat trickle from my hair down my back…but I need relief.
I hate this.
I’m suffocating in this city, my beauty’s fading, I’m feeling ignored. This heat is tantamount to a bottle of poison. Its effects are slow and subtle, but deadly and exact nonetheless. With no consequence the blaze comes harder and stings at my eyes. I’ll never sleep with this inferno raging around me. Wonder where I’ll be this time next year? Away from this sweat and suffering I hope, away from this constant desire for reprieve.
I step out back onto the deck and look over the city. Heat ripples the pin pricks of light but a desert gust brings a welcome smile to my lips. I take in a deep breath of the cool air and try to relax. Lights are starting to go out around me…finally winding down huh? I watch the river twisting and rushing by beneath me. It pulls at my eyes and the lids begin to fall. Perhaps now it’s my chance to rest. Perhaps once I give in I’ll melt into the bed and life will seem a little less severe in the morning.
Still, the heat in the day can reach…106.
RECOMMENDATIONS:
Music: Lust - Lords of Acid
Movie: Ultraviolet
Television: Kathy Griffin - My Life on the D-List (Bravo)
Book: The Great & Secret Show - Clive Barker
I’m sticky with sweat. It pours over my breasts to drop from the hoops plunged through my nipples. I’m salty and feeling dirty, sexy dirty, skin is wet, cloths are damp. I look out the window at the neighborhood, lights are on everywhere. Nobody can sleep. It’s the sting of summer, the call of the night. I can feel my shirt gripping tighter as the night grows hotter. The sun’s been down for hours already, but relief won’t come ‘til early morning.
I strip to almost nothing but I’m still burning up, it’s not enough. I turn the air up but it’s in the next room. The fan twirls overhead yet does nothing to catch the places of my body that want its caress.
I’m standing at the window praying for a breeze…just one cool, soft breeze to raise goose bumps on my skin, just a light tickle. I stand; face pressed against the cool glass, the white of my tank top and slim panties stark against the night. Damn summer!
I could run a bath, strip off everything and slip beneath the cool blue, the water licking at my thighs as I lowered myself into a quite release. I’d rather embrace the heat and let the sweat trickle from my hair down my back…but I need relief.
I hate this.
I’m suffocating in this city, my beauty’s fading, I’m feeling ignored. This heat is tantamount to a bottle of poison. Its effects are slow and subtle, but deadly and exact nonetheless. With no consequence the blaze comes harder and stings at my eyes. I’ll never sleep with this inferno raging around me. Wonder where I’ll be this time next year? Away from this sweat and suffering I hope, away from this constant desire for reprieve.
I step out back onto the deck and look over the city. Heat ripples the pin pricks of light but a desert gust brings a welcome smile to my lips. I take in a deep breath of the cool air and try to relax. Lights are starting to go out around me…finally winding down huh? I watch the river twisting and rushing by beneath me. It pulls at my eyes and the lids begin to fall. Perhaps now it’s my chance to rest. Perhaps once I give in I’ll melt into the bed and life will seem a little less severe in the morning.
Still, the heat in the day can reach…106.
RECOMMENDATIONS:
Music: Lust - Lords of Acid
Movie: Ultraviolet
Television: Kathy Griffin - My Life on the D-List (Bravo)
Book: The Great & Secret Show - Clive Barker