A bead if sweat
trickled down my neck
slipped between
my shoulder blades
slipped under
my bra
& tickled
between the cheeks of my buttocks.
I got so wet!
And I thought:
“Oh, God...
just let him kiss me again! ”
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lady-doesn-t-sweat-she-perspires/