Sensuality of Sweat

I steadily ascend the steep incline,
waves crash on the unforgiving rocks below.
The air is thick with the smell of salt and
wild fennel.

I am wrapped by a blanket of heat
from the sun baring down on me.
Perspiration escapes the nape of my neck,
travels down my back like a lover's deliberate
touch, as he runs his fingers down the length
of my spine.

That was a memory long forgotten,
suspended in the corner of my mind and
now shaken loose, it slams into my
heart with amazing force.