|It Ain't the Heat....It's the Humidity (standard:poetry, 357 words)|
|Author: Finn McKool||Added: Jul 27 2001||Views/Reads: 2191/1284||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|a little something about the more "tangible" aspects of love...|
It Ain't the Heat A July night when The air is wet with perspiration and respiration Kisses hugs hands all heat up Maybe its the heat outside Maybe its the humidity Shirts and skirts and blue jeans Clothes. Veils, barriers But underneath we are all naked And at the moment the knowing Of that is enough Its a theory to be tested later For now its hands against fabirc Jeans and skirts and shirts And tongues and hands and heat And humidity And I know what you're thinking "In moments like this you don't Respect'em for their minds..." But I do! I do. The mind motivates the motion And the body obeys Her mind makes the magic and The music Her body's a violin Small and curved And fits so nicely so naturally And the clothes add to the heat Trap it and magnify it And right now iti is the heat It is the humidity But teasing tongues and despar ate hands Will not be long at the Cotton barrier Click here to read the rest of this story (93 more lines)
Authors appreciate feedback!
Please write to the authors to tell them what you liked or didn't like about the story!
Finn McKool has 47 active stories on this site.
Profile for Finn McKool, incl. all stories