Sneakers in Seductive Lure

My pace out steps the Lords of Winter, in a sultry seductive lure. I toss back at the wind, flutters thrown from my flesh, momentary stillness, thus begins the water pouring in torrents from my pores. So quickened is the eruption, it almost leaves me bleeding, breathless, and positively raw. Countable beads of sweat scattered on my breasts, drifting into formless intentions. Prying secrets from my sneakers....