My skin tingles
when the prickling atoms
of cooling mist besmatter
my shoulders, then mingle with sweat.
Absorb, and evaporate;
the pleasure is exquisite.

The breeze shifts,
muggy heat envelopes air,
seethes in it's own powerful stew.
Beads of sweat swell, slowly flow
down my neck, trickle between
my breasts. The heat is expanding,
the pressure is exquisite.

A swell of wind
bathes me in a bubble of mist,
I throw my head back, ecstatic;
my temperature drops, and escalates.
I am needled and thrilled by mist-waves…
The frantic whims of wind
precedes my release – exquisite.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 7/19/04