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Hot and Sticky
by Alison McKenzieYour shirt was, of course
Hot and sticky
The day we pulled into Houston.
The car overheated,
There was no way to use the air conditioner,
And the kids were screaming in the back seat.
I couldnt help it.
The hint of muscles rippling
Under the moisture,
Damp tendrils;
Beaded sweat on your brow;
I should have been miserable, too
But I could only think of one thing.
Blithely suggesting a hotel
I thought the kids could take a break
While we,
Wet bodies writhing,
Generated just a little more heat
Making a new chapter in our
"Once upon a passions"
Storybook of us.
07/12/2004 Author's Note: Just my imagination working overtime. Hehe.
Posted on 07/12/2004
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 07/13/04 at 03:52 AM Aww, that's nice. good to write out fantasies, they can often be elusive since they happen in that half-dream state. |
| Posted by James Zealy on 07/13/04 at 04:21 PM I like the images, of physical release from the stress of travel. Very nice erotic implication without being overt. |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 07/13/04 at 09:38 PM Ooo lala, nicely done ;) |
| Posted by Timothy Wilson on 01/11/11 at 04:17 PM super steamy with a side of damn.... |
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