Worth it

He has found himself beneath a beautiful lover. Rising and swelling in perfect unity with him So much touching, kissing, he is hypnotized by the perfection of the moment. The lover never sighs or pauses to have a cigarette. Lover eternal knows only desire. 

He looks down.

Spying the sweat coated stomach. 

Oh, sweat.

How he loves it.

sHe is somehow tickling his back as his lips press to his but what he feels most is the one drop of sweat that just landed on his right nipple. 

Sweat.

The taste and smell has always driven him wild.

Maybe he’s earned that one peculiarity.

He never made it with girls much.

Not all the way at least.

Maybe all that pent up desire inside of us always has one trigger.

One main trigger.

One that turns you animal.

Has you growling at your partner as you bite their neck.

Three more drops and legs close tightly, tongues dip into mouths.

He reaches out with both hands to steady his floating body, hands slap against cool walls.

What chamber is this? he asks but quickly forgets his own question.

The sex-god sweats steady upon him. 

Surely this is heaven.

How could anyone be given such a perfect lover

A heaven seemingly made for them

Seeming held aloft by passion alone?

And so much sweat.

His one great fetish.

Then,

Turning her head

To the left

He sees it

Without those walls so close, the perspiration would flow away.

But, the desire grows more.

And the fluid rises

And the fluid rises

And the desire grows more

And the fluid rises

Until

In a chamber filled with sweat

And a beautiful lover still attempting to kiss, fondle, fuck him, 

He drowns

A mouth in eternal scream

Balls in eternal orgasm