The Personification of Sweat Part III: No Sweat

For every pleasure there
is a guilty pleasure even
more pleasurable than any
simple pleasure for in the
guilt, lies pleasure

That sensation that your
senses sense when you
know that you are doing
something wrong or taboo
heightens your senses and
makes the subject more sensual

The subject or object of your
sensorial seduction situates itself
in such a way that sends
both sensations of guilt and
pleasure to your mind

Always keep in mind that minding
your manners may mar you
from moving on your emotions
and minimize the moment of
movement toward your guilty pleasure

Move on it, move toward it,
move with it one motion at a time.
Slowly, seductively play upon your
passions. Fight fear with friction
and find yourself...find yourself...
find yourself in the sweet, sweatless
act of true passion.

The Personification of Sweat Part II: In Media Res

...as I oozed out of the smallest pore and dripped upon her already saturated face, my syrup sweet sap fused with a bead on her own beautiful body and disappeared. I bled and blended and became part of the dew that slipped and slid across her sugar cane side; down into the cavernous crevice that could claim creatures great and small.

But, tonight, I was surprised to see even the nectar from her nipples slide my way; down into depths never touched by man. I confess that I sipped her sap and savored every flavor from the salty to the sweet and sucked it with such fervor that I became part of her fruited flow.

This marriage of drip with drop lasted late into the night but, of course, dried by morning. But as our remnants resided, rested in the rippled sheets, we were roused and rejuvenated by new drips and new drops in a climactic beginning to a brand new day.

Rant--You Do That

You think my life is so grand! I'm this incredible independent woman of the world who can do anything she sets her mind to. I'm infallible. I'm unbreakable. I'm resilient. You say you never want me to lose that. Never return to who I was. The way I was. Was that so bad? Was it so hard to be co-dependent? Do you think I like this? You think I like riding home alone in the middle of the night on the subway? Sure I know that the brown, purple, and red lines all go to the stop where I get off for school. Sure I know how to transfer for free to get to the blue line to get home. Sure I've learned a lot of things about this god awful city and especially how to get around it without even having a car. But if you think for one second that I enjoy it, you're wrong. I don't enjoy any of this. This is shit. It's a shitty way to live. The train smells like shit! The city smells like shit! The people are shitty and I'm turning into one of them. You try living up to everyone's expectations without failing. You try waking up every morning alone. You try walking home every night in the cold. You try realizing that if you died in your apartment no one would notice. You try living every day knowing that the only person you want to be with, the person you want to spend the rest of your life with is miles away. You do it!

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