There is a small tear drop of sweat,
tracing a course from just behind your right ear,
over your neck’s pulsating patch of skin,
down the swell of your gentle, breathing chest,
disappearing in the valley between your breasts.
I am so envious of that drop…of…sweat.
Copyright: 2009, Donald Harbour
Ohhh. I realize in reading your words I have envied sweat also.
In fact, later today – now that you have put words to my envy, I bet it will come into play once again.
Thank you?
🙂
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