Sweat drips down his body in lustrous lines, seductive and sweet in the suns embrace. His shirt has been long discarded in the summer heat as he heaves at the weeds in the overgrown rose garden. He is beautiful. He glistens in the sun. His sweat makes him… shine.
A bead of sweat rolled down his cheek and hung on the edge of his chin. He swiped at it with one bandaged hand and continued to stare out into the darkened expanse. There was something out there, he could sense it.
There was the entire wave of unnatural heat, if nothing else, that gave it all away. He bit his lip–a little harder than necessary–the spike of pain reminded him that this was indeed real.
They’d be under attack soon. All of them. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists. If only those idiots would listen, the perhaps they wouldn’t all have to die.
I dont know how long it’s been. I’ve been lying in a pool of my own sweat and blood for what seems like a millennium. I don’t have much longer. I can feel my soul slowly leaving me. I’m coming, my love. The wait is almost over.
It ran down her forehead, dripped from her brow. she hated sweat, and all she wanted to do was take a shower. Oh well. She thought.
Eric La Rosee
Sometimes I sweat so much. I hate it. It’s like strange water pushing itself out of your pores. I don’t think anyone really likes it. It’s just such a nuisance.
sweat was overcoming me as i ran away from my kidnapper. i could see he was still running behind me. he was catching up fast. i was running out of breath and couldnt keep this up much longer. my throat was burning. I was beginning to get tired. i couldnt stop now. i wouldnt.
i could see car light ahead. i knew i was close to the highway. there, i would find my freedom.
Chay
vigorous exercise. Sweating is a beneficial for your body to release endorphines. It also smells really bad. Some people have huge sweat marks making it awkward to ignore the stain seeping through their clothing.
Emma Hipango
Don’t sweat the small stuff.
Don’t sweat it.
Sweat it out.
Sweat Shop.
Sweat Suit.
Sweater.
Sweats.
Sweat.
Sw.
i play volleyball and sweat more than the adverage person. my body will be covered with it in seconds. I’m scared of having sex with someone for that reason. I don’t wanna be too sweaty. Which is weird, cause they will be too I guess. But honestly sweat is really gross and I wish it weren’t a normal occurance.
Paige
i went running today, i could not get the sweat out of my eyes when i saw her walking up. how embarrassing… she said hey, smiled, i raised my hand in a wave. we passed each other, and thats all the interaction we had that day… i missed the opportunity again.
Sarah
errrrrr i dont know that’s very … it’s all salt and water isnt it something like bicarbonate oxygen-y -y – hydrogen arrrrrrrrr do marine animals sweat? i heard you can’t sweat underwater that means octopuses can’t swear it makes sense i mean fishes and starfishes don’t have pores to let out that stuff.. how do they stay cool then if they don’t sweat?
Lime A
sweat drips like an i.v. from my bare dome. it rolls saltwater tears through my eyes. sweat the sweet reminder we are working, no matter if we’re not employed, we’re working. sweat is the reason we runners run—sweat and oxygen, a double high.
gross, smelly. the meaning of hard work. the truth in strength, another meaning of success. working to your absolute happiness, taking a good run. doing something enjoyable, like walking fast through the snow. sweating.
Eppie
one day, when i was walking home, i saw a man stare at me through his car door, adjusting his mirror to face me whenever i took a step. i broke out into an immediate sweat, the beads forming over my brow. i turned the corner, and the mans car followed around the corner, too. Coincidence, i thought to myself. But I was soon going to find out, i was wrong.
Annah
Although sweat is gross, it does imply that you are exercising your body well. For example, being at a gym, working out, playing a game, or even being so nervous. It’s a signal from your body that you’re working your heart out.
Jackie
The salty sweat drips soft on this long love
We tried so many times, over and over.
We ran through fields and waded rivers to find it:
Love, or some semblance of it. And all the sweat fell:
Sweet upon our brows as a reminder of the long lost days.
We will never live there again.
Emily
Summer skies blaze bluer than anything you ever remembered, even more so than her eyes. Dry grass tickles like phantom ants against your feet as stand just out of reach of the fingered shade, trying, almost asking, for the sun to burn you. Waving wilted fields of browning corn extend before you and whisper in unease under the scorching light. You lazily scoop a handfull of dry, crumbling earth in your cupped caloused hands; watch in fascination as the hot breeze lifts it in a single breath and spreads it far–far enough that it disperses into the brilliant sky above the forest of corn.
You wish you could follow, exripate your half-exposed roots from the shallow dirt and drift away on the breeze, to find where she wound up away from this dry, cracking, dead-end earth. To find a different way to be.
You wipe the sweat from your brow.
I hate sweating. It is smelly and ruins my hair. Unless I’m in a sauna I do not like to sweat. Especially if I have to run to sweat. I’d rather to anything but run. Sweating is healthy though… I should start working out. Man I need to look into yoga. I also wish I didn’t physically require sweat because I would put a stop to it if I could.
chauntayna
Salty drip, gliding down the forehead of the man i love, rolling off his gorgeous face down onto my bare body.
Jacki
I see you and I sweat. I get nervous. I shouldn’t feel nervous. When I’m around you I should feel safe. Safe.
When the temperature rises, I come alive. The best time is when it is so hot, insists till and sweat. No AC, just the heat, cooking my very bones. Sweet, sweet sweat.
Dava
The sweat dripped off her face, sliding down her chin to splatter silently on the cement ground underneath. She panted heavily, sucking steady breaths of air into her lungs as she watched her opponent race towards the little green ball that would determine everything.
well it’s hot.
darn it.
summer.
july.
above one-hundred degrees.
humidity.
air conditioning does not even help.
sweat. everywhere.
stench from the guy.
yeah, that guy over there.
autumn, it’s time to come back.
please.
damn sweat.
Beads of sweat dripped from his brown, he pushed back a stray lock of damp hair and continued to climb. Each hand grasped at the rock surface, his muscles so tight they felt like they would snap. “Don’t look down,” he whispered over and over to himself.
Helen
smelly nasty sexy glistening workout muscles hot sick dancing erotic
it was a hot day, in the middle of july and all i wanted was a big glass of ice water. i was sweating like crazy and all i wanted to do was take a shower and stay in the air conditioned apartment and eat ice cream.
Anne
Sweating.
Sweating scares me.
Water that comes out of you…
What if you drowned in it?
Would you drown in your own sweat?
Immersed in yourself?
Sweat pours off my body. The AC in my car doesn’t work, and the open windows aren’t cooling much of anything. RHCP blasts Scar Tissue from my speakers, and my hair is so tangled… but I do not care about anything. I just want to drive.
Last week when went to Zumba class I worked up a seat so quickly. It feels so bad being fat.
Karen gauthier
Sweat is an interesting aspect in life. It can be good because it signals hard work. After a nice work out when you see that you have sweat you can say to yourself you worked hard and that you accomplished something. But sweat can be embarrassing especially when you are about to hold someone’s hand (especially the guy you like’s hand).
Kailey Williams
Sitting in an uneven field trodden upon many a time. Marching under the hot August sun, with sweat dripping into my bloodshot eyes. Yet, those days seem so glorious now.
sex, hot sex. with a guy. or after a really hard workout. or maybe at a hot day on the beach. with a guy. thats amazing, with the sun beaming down on you…. sweat. what happens when i have to walk through the tunnels at school. sweat stains. pit stains. embarrassing. sweat on the upper lip.
jennifer
blood sweat and tears, if you don’t use them in any projects or tasks in your life, the recipe sucks, you will fail. Hard work takes effort, be proud of the sweat on your brow, congrats, you are making something wonderful.
As the sweat trickled down my face, I wondered if anyone had ever worked this hard on anything. But I wanted this. I needed this.
I tried harder and harder, pushing myself into almost unreachable places mentally and physically.
Ali
Sweat is the symbol of hard work and determination. The amount of time ones self takes to perfect a task.
Ashton
I hate sweating. I do it when I am nervous, when I work out, when it is too hot….all the time. It is not attractive, and I highly doubt people like the feeling of shaking hands with someone who has been sweating, but it happens just the same. I guess everyone does it, but why does it have to be so unattractive and gross?
mel
Sweat.
I sweat when I run.
Cross-Country and Track.
I’m a runner.
Year Round.
Spring, Summer, Winter, Fall.
Doesn’t matter the weather.
Any time.
I run.
I sweat.
Mary
my sweatheart, i haven’t see you. maybe you aren’t the one I want for the rest of my life but i want you now. you are a sweat person for saying you loving me won’t you didn’t
Sweat drips down his body in lustrous lines, seductive and sweet in the suns embrace. His shirt has been long discarded in the summer heat as he heaves at the weeds in the overgrown rose garden. He is beautiful. He glistens in the sun. His sweat makes him… shine.
A bead of sweat rolled down his cheek and hung on the edge of his chin. He swiped at it with one bandaged hand and continued to stare out into the darkened expanse. There was something out there, he could sense it.
There was the entire wave of unnatural heat, if nothing else, that gave it all away. He bit his lip–a little harder than necessary–the spike of pain reminded him that this was indeed real.
They’d be under attack soon. All of them. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists. If only those idiots would listen, the perhaps they wouldn’t all have to die.
I dont know how long it’s been. I’ve been lying in a pool of my own sweat and blood for what seems like a millennium. I don’t have much longer. I can feel my soul slowly leaving me. I’m coming, my love. The wait is almost over.
It ran down her forehead, dripped from her brow. she hated sweat, and all she wanted to do was take a shower. Oh well. She thought.
Sometimes I sweat so much. I hate it. It’s like strange water pushing itself out of your pores. I don’t think anyone really likes it. It’s just such a nuisance.
sweat was overcoming me as i ran away from my kidnapper. i could see he was still running behind me. he was catching up fast. i was running out of breath and couldnt keep this up much longer. my throat was burning. I was beginning to get tired. i couldnt stop now. i wouldnt.
i could see car light ahead. i knew i was close to the highway. there, i would find my freedom.
vigorous exercise. Sweating is a beneficial for your body to release endorphines. It also smells really bad. Some people have huge sweat marks making it awkward to ignore the stain seeping through their clothing.
Don’t sweat the small stuff.
Don’t sweat it.
Sweat it out.
Sweat Shop.
Sweat Suit.
Sweater.
Sweats.
Sweat.
Sw.
i play volleyball and sweat more than the adverage person. my body will be covered with it in seconds. I’m scared of having sex with someone for that reason. I don’t wanna be too sweaty. Which is weird, cause they will be too I guess. But honestly sweat is really gross and I wish it weren’t a normal occurance.
i went running today, i could not get the sweat out of my eyes when i saw her walking up. how embarrassing… she said hey, smiled, i raised my hand in a wave. we passed each other, and thats all the interaction we had that day… i missed the opportunity again.
errrrrr i dont know that’s very … it’s all salt and water isnt it something like bicarbonate oxygen-y -y – hydrogen arrrrrrrrr do marine animals sweat? i heard you can’t sweat underwater that means octopuses can’t swear it makes sense i mean fishes and starfishes don’t have pores to let out that stuff.. how do they stay cool then if they don’t sweat?
sweat drips like an i.v. from my bare dome. it rolls saltwater tears through my eyes. sweat the sweet reminder we are working, no matter if we’re not employed, we’re working. sweat is the reason we runners run—sweat and oxygen, a double high.
gross, smelly. the meaning of hard work. the truth in strength, another meaning of success. working to your absolute happiness, taking a good run. doing something enjoyable, like walking fast through the snow. sweating.
one day, when i was walking home, i saw a man stare at me through his car door, adjusting his mirror to face me whenever i took a step. i broke out into an immediate sweat, the beads forming over my brow. i turned the corner, and the mans car followed around the corner, too. Coincidence, i thought to myself. But I was soon going to find out, i was wrong.
Although sweat is gross, it does imply that you are exercising your body well. For example, being at a gym, working out, playing a game, or even being so nervous. It’s a signal from your body that you’re working your heart out.
The salty sweat drips soft on this long love
We tried so many times, over and over.
We ran through fields and waded rivers to find it:
Love, or some semblance of it. And all the sweat fell:
Sweet upon our brows as a reminder of the long lost days.
We will never live there again.
Summer skies blaze bluer than anything you ever remembered, even more so than her eyes. Dry grass tickles like phantom ants against your feet as stand just out of reach of the fingered shade, trying, almost asking, for the sun to burn you. Waving wilted fields of browning corn extend before you and whisper in unease under the scorching light. You lazily scoop a handfull of dry, crumbling earth in your cupped caloused hands; watch in fascination as the hot breeze lifts it in a single breath and spreads it far–far enough that it disperses into the brilliant sky above the forest of corn.
You wish you could follow, exripate your half-exposed roots from the shallow dirt and drift away on the breeze, to find where she wound up away from this dry, cracking, dead-end earth. To find a different way to be.
You wipe the sweat from your brow.
I hate sweating. It is smelly and ruins my hair. Unless I’m in a sauna I do not like to sweat. Especially if I have to run to sweat. I’d rather to anything but run. Sweating is healthy though… I should start working out. Man I need to look into yoga. I also wish I didn’t physically require sweat because I would put a stop to it if I could.
Salty drip, gliding down the forehead of the man i love, rolling off his gorgeous face down onto my bare body.
I see you and I sweat. I get nervous. I shouldn’t feel nervous. When I’m around you I should feel safe. Safe.
When the temperature rises, I come alive. The best time is when it is so hot, insists till and sweat. No AC, just the heat, cooking my very bones. Sweet, sweet sweat.
The sweat dripped off her face, sliding down her chin to splatter silently on the cement ground underneath. She panted heavily, sucking steady breaths of air into her lungs as she watched her opponent race towards the little green ball that would determine everything.
Red coat. Winter winds. Swirls of musical notes drowning my ears in mellow dramatic sensation. Sense the sweat of this moment. With me.
well it’s hot.
darn it.
summer.
july.
above one-hundred degrees.
humidity.
air conditioning does not even help.
sweat. everywhere.
stench from the guy.
yeah, that guy over there.
autumn, it’s time to come back.
please.
damn sweat.
The perfume of hard work. The flavor of strain.
Beads of sweat dripped from his brown, he pushed back a stray lock of damp hair and continued to climb. Each hand grasped at the rock surface, his muscles so tight they felt like they would snap. “Don’t look down,” he whispered over and over to himself.
smelly nasty sexy glistening workout muscles hot sick dancing erotic
it was a hot day, in the middle of july and all i wanted was a big glass of ice water. i was sweating like crazy and all i wanted to do was take a shower and stay in the air conditioned apartment and eat ice cream.
Sweating.
Sweating scares me.
Water that comes out of you…
What if you drowned in it?
Would you drown in your own sweat?
Immersed in yourself?
Sweat pours off my body. The AC in my car doesn’t work, and the open windows aren’t cooling much of anything. RHCP blasts Scar Tissue from my speakers, and my hair is so tangled… but I do not care about anything. I just want to drive.
Last week when went to Zumba class I worked up a seat so quickly. It feels so bad being fat.
Sweat is an interesting aspect in life. It can be good because it signals hard work. After a nice work out when you see that you have sweat you can say to yourself you worked hard and that you accomplished something. But sweat can be embarrassing especially when you are about to hold someone’s hand (especially the guy you like’s hand).
Sitting in an uneven field trodden upon many a time. Marching under the hot August sun, with sweat dripping into my bloodshot eyes. Yet, those days seem so glorious now.
sex, hot sex. with a guy. or after a really hard workout. or maybe at a hot day on the beach. with a guy. thats amazing, with the sun beaming down on you…. sweat. what happens when i have to walk through the tunnels at school. sweat stains. pit stains. embarrassing. sweat on the upper lip.
blood sweat and tears, if you don’t use them in any projects or tasks in your life, the recipe sucks, you will fail. Hard work takes effort, be proud of the sweat on your brow, congrats, you are making something wonderful.
As the sweat trickled down my face, I wondered if anyone had ever worked this hard on anything. But I wanted this. I needed this.
I tried harder and harder, pushing myself into almost unreachable places mentally and physically.
Sweat is the symbol of hard work and determination. The amount of time ones self takes to perfect a task.
I hate sweating. I do it when I am nervous, when I work out, when it is too hot….all the time. It is not attractive, and I highly doubt people like the feeling of shaking hands with someone who has been sweating, but it happens just the same. I guess everyone does it, but why does it have to be so unattractive and gross?
Sweat.
I sweat when I run.
Cross-Country and Track.
I’m a runner.
Year Round.
Spring, Summer, Winter, Fall.
Doesn’t matter the weather.
Any time.
I run.
I sweat.
my sweatheart, i haven’t see you. maybe you aren’t the one I want for the rest of my life but i want you now. you are a sweat person for saying you loving me won’t you didn’t