Wet Armpits

by Aiko (Dreamsurfer)   Aug 26, 2020


The sun has set,
I visit her campus hostel.
Dressed in a sleeveless blouse,
She hugs me enthusiastically as a greeting.
I return the favour by touching her,
Hold her armpits to try and make her feel tingly.
Her sweat drips on my fingers.
I do not wash it away.

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