It was hot and sticky
She licked her salty upper lip
Small hairs yielding and grazing her tongue
It was moist and gooey
He undid his fly
The loud grating sound of the zip
Echoed in the humid mess.
The nylon stuck to her nipples
The material becoming taut and unnatural
Plastic and unreal
She bent forward and lifted her dress
He leaned forward and blew into her thighs
His unzipped pants outlined his sweaty balls
She giggled at him
He turned away
Out across the road the heat rose
And made the beautiful roads look misty
Unreal and dream like
" Like Dubai no? "
" No ", he peeled off his soaked banyan
" They have AC and no power cuts."
" Unlike this shit hole."
6 months on the boat dint seem too bad right about now
He looked away from the road and she was unbuttoning her dress
'Jesus , I thought I'd faint at church men'
She undid another button
Her nipples retreated into her body and made occasional appearances.
The sweat , the 'foreign' deodorant from cousin Dominic,
The not so fresh panties from the only mall,
The stupid church dress,
The blistering fucking heat.
She was pissed and he was mad
I am going back on the ship
And leave me here ?
I can't handle being here
The stillness of the dry fields angered him
The passing tourist bikes toyed with his patience
Her sweaty body and the smell that was lifting through the air
Her sex , her breath , her breasts , her fingers
I'll go check the curry
The heat is driving you mad
Sit here quietly and don't talk crap
Ship whip , I am not going to stay back here
Come with me!
Really? Come with you ?
And your parents ?
Who will take care of them ?
They can manage..
The electricity hummed back to life.
"Really? I can come with you?!"
"Finally some sense you have."
The distance , the clarity, the patriotism
returned promptly and swiftly as the fan turned back on.
The phone's screen lit up, charging.
" Yeah , lets talk about it later."
The video started to load.
The silence returned.
The distance grew.
The plans forgotten.