Whew – Sweat Down Beads of Sweat

This is it, the ragtime smell, to inhale, of them,
of boogie girls – they got some swing and big-girl rhythm –
they have – they are – they seem – like just about everything
with all or nothing shakes.

Spank my hand and twist my finger – but don’t plug my nose –
I gotta smell – I want to taste… feel the thrill, oh don’t give it up –
so easy – so simple, filthy girl.

You said go ahead, push the pedal – feel the shake –
whew – sweat down beads of sweat.

2010 Barry Comer

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About Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, http://www.familyscholarhouse.org the Democratic Socialists of America http://www.dsausa.org and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities. I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
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