#moisture
Jumping around to the rhythm of music begets sweat
The baseline vibrates and my shirt drenched in sweat
Flossing to the ditty with a pretty lady both dripping sweat
We both slide to the left pouring with sweat
Stop on the beat wiggle & twist ****** in sweat
We both slide to the right pouring with sweat
Break on the beat wiggle & contort in sweat
We roar to the chorus & dripping in a cocoon of sweat
Coming up my hands on her waist damp in sweat
Dip to the cadence her hands on my waist moist in sweat
The melody pumps & we prance our hair damp in sweat
Body temperature hot phizog flowing in sweat
Cheek to cheek buxom ***** enmesh in sweat
Belly to belly we wine lower back in rainy sweat
Electric slide in floor droplets of sweat
Transition into the shuffle then glissade in sweat
End the party twerking trickling in sweat
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 10:48 AM UTC
It happens every year
Seasons are shifting and allowing in the changes
Skies will become confused with new shapes and formations
Water will drift in and out with unique forms of moisture
Snow, sleet, hail, rain
Wonderous winter scenes will become extreme masterpieces
Skies will be purified and cleansed
Scenes to be remembered and cherished
Brian Hill - 2019 # 299
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 10:26 AM UTC
a river bed lies profoundly dry
out in the remote west
showing no visible signs
of any trickle's zest
each day bringing the same
emptiness of refrain
thirsty river banks are feeling
such a sustained pain
the wanted gift of moisture
being absent far too long
a river's course slowly dying
to feel a dampness of song
soon the summer's scorch shall
be again upon the river's trace
in its despairing hour it will beg
for rain's life giving grace
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 3:45 AM UTC
Would you let me give you an offering?
I will stand at the feet of your shrine
Smile shy and present my open palms
I will with hand silk & lip
Push open the heavy doors
Which keep my heart from yours
For both your touching knees, I'll wait
Would you let me give you an offering?
I'd love to take a deep breath in tune with you
Then slowly exhale as we embrace
Write giggles and wild squirms into the silence
Explicit words won't tell the tale
Echoes of laughter, dark lines of sweat
Our sweet moistures mixed in bed
Alchemy unmasked
Eye to eye, forehead to forehead
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 2:36 AM UTC
Outside,
a haze of mist pins the cold to the ground.
Moving through it gathers the moisture on my brow
and it drips,
so slowly that it gathers the heat and salt from my skin
and it feels familiar,
as familiar as my own tears.
So familiar is it
that it's almost a comfort
and I do not wipe them from my cheeks.
The heavy air muffles sounds,
transporting me back to my childhood
when broken ears muddled every note,
and I am lulled,
my walk sways,
my coat warms,
and the slow shuffle through grass
in my worn, leather boots,
becomes as comforting as the gentle undulation
of a rocking chair
or a mother's womb.
A healthy musk wafts upwards when my boots cut through the hay on the floor of the coop,
and the content clucking of the hens encourages me,
my hands rooting through the wood shavings,
and there they are,
smooth and shaped to perfection,
the rich brown that makes my stomach grumble in anticipation.
I place my treasures in the folds of my skirts,
and turn to leave,
sighing as I acquiesce to a return to a harsher realm,
far beyond my dear, grey faery world,
with lichen-covered tree bark,
and wordless creatures for company.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
promising cloud bands
filled with a moisture salve
veer away from here
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 2:58 AM UTC
Stuck in the desert
Stuck in the rut
Now I'm trying to gain moisture
In the revolting heat
It's hard as hell
I can hear myself yell
As far as you can tell
My energy is far too vast to be depleted
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 3:39 AM UTC