It Ain't the Heat....It's the Humidity (standard:poetry, 357 words)
Author: Finn McKool	Added: Jul 27 2001	Views/Reads: 3519/2270	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 


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