It Ain't the Heat....It's the Humidity (standard:poetry, 357 words)
Author: Finn McKool	Added: Jul 27 2001	Views/Reads: 3520/2270	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
a little something about the more "tangible" aspects of love...

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As we begin the long walk 

Upstairs 

Higher 

Heat rises 

I was right 

Underneath our clothes we 

Are naked 

I didn't turn out the lights 

I wanted to see everything 

The rosy roundness of every 

Curve. 

And south 

The equator 

The hottest most humid spot 

On the map 

Hands in the honey pot 

Stuck in the sweet stickiness 

More heat 

More damp humid heat Like a jungle on the sun 

Like boiling honey. 

And the hot breath heaves 

Through the heat and the 

Stickiness becomes sweeter 

"Bless me Father for I have sinned" 

"Then sweet pilgrim let me have my sin again." 

And again and again 

And then 

I dive into the honey pot 

And oh God its hot in here 

And in the room too 

And its pulling me into the 

beautiful humidity 

And now we are both sticky 

And sweet and hot 

And 

And oh oh oh 

The stars are burning 

The sun is burning 

And we 

We are burning 

People are stars 

And love is the big supernova 

Energy exploding 

And heat sweet heat 

But it ain't just the heat 

It's the humidity. 


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