Sweating through her fine silken robe
Perspiration dots her face
Sticky dew on an aged flower
Salt digs a jagged path towards her eyes
Clammy
Skin
Like curdled cheese beneath the warmth of her complexion.
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PoetryHer mouth opened and words poured forth like so much torrential rain. Completed
