SWEAT

In the small of my back
sits a drop of sweat,
nothing special you may say
no alluring feature does it have:
but so musty, tempting, wet.

Resting in a lake enclosed by land
surrounding beads threatening to break,
but with a light caress of a hand
the bead does not join the band.

Drifts across the rise of my hips,
tickles, whispers, nibbles my skin,
goose bumps rise to meet your lips;
shivers, quivers, echo from deep within.

With the arch of my back the journey begins,
this perfect drop flows over flesh
completely unaware of our delicious sins,
it rides over my skin to where our bodies mesh.

turns to my side, it travels around the world
to drift down the valley 'tween rising hills
and exit again to a new land unfurled,
ready to take part in our sensual thrills.

chase it's descent down my neck,
this drop rises then pauses at the crest of my chin
like a sea faring gull aboard a ships deck.
with the top of your lip you brush the drop in

to tide pools churning beneath your lovers mouth
and up over the swell of my lip.
Your eyes look north, your hands move south,
You pause for a moment and then take a sip.

for the drop it's the journeys end;
I share the sweet drop with a lovers kiss.
I open my legs, my knees do bend,
as we drift on a sea of sexual bliss.