Ode to Sweat

August 01, 2006

All last summer our bodies were glued together by sweat and longing. Nowadays, whenever the weather gets unbearable and the air too heavy to breathe, all I want is to rip off my clothes and lie naked with you on some forsaken stairway in the middle of nowhere, drops of sweat drifting down our spine like tiny, translucent creatures.

Posted by Tudor at 11:45 PM in Friends & Lovers | TrackBack

Comments

A great parapgraph Tudor, and a lovely photo. I just started working with this blog again and looking into the world of technorati and rss readers.

I hope things are going well and you are happy.

Posted by: Rick on August 02, 2006 at 10:07 AM

aw man…now I can’t go to your site at work anymore

Posted by: Captain Poultry on August 02, 2006 at 06:34 PM

You can’t see bums at your workplace? Oh my — you must be working at some sort of crazy place! Hehehe.

Rick, I’m glad you revived your LJ! I’ll be sure to add it to my regular reading list :). (thanks for leaving a comment — life is generally happy even without WLU :).

Posted by: Tudor on August 02, 2006 at 06:58 PM

Amy, I think it’s safe to say that Tudor’s site will never be safe for you (or anyone) to view at work :).

At least it wasn’t a penis this time. Just boobies! Boobies (and bum)!

Posted by: Laura on August 02, 2006 at 09:26 PM