Hot Summer Sweat
No lines mark her bronze skin
as she lies in the sun,
bikini top undone.
Small drops of sweat begin
to form salty rills, in
sultry air they glisten.
Deep sighs through crusted lips,
hand on top, will it stay?
A quick glance, it's okay.
Reaching she rolls her hips,
and from gripped cup she sips,
another long hot day.
Languidly she hopes she'll
increase her sex appeal.
08/17/15
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2015
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