I accidently posted this under the wrong category – it should have been here.

Creole

O Woman, I look at your beauty
Your skin….. of ebony color
Moist with sweat, glittering much
Like silk, like velvet
Is to my masters touch.

I look at your body
The forms of your figure
So perfect, so fine….
Down to your hips
I see you all bare
I gaze and I mumble…..
I see you don’t mind
My ill restrained trembling
My wondrous stare.

I look at your face
Your fine curved lips
And murmur your name….
Like Mother-of-Pearl
Unreal seems the shine
That fathomless shimmer
In your eyes
In the light
Of the flickering flame.

To the music you dance
Small beads of sweat
pearl down your face
For – the rhythm so throbbing
Had quickened its pace
You turn in closes circles
My senses are captured….
Ever so flowing
Your body is swaying
Moving with uttermost grace.

You woman, beautiful woman
Proud as you are….
You still are eluding
So innocent, simple
The way you do smile
The ring of your giggles
Like music your name…..
You really don’t care
You do not feel shame.

But your expressions, gestures
I feel are conveying
Sweet secrets you
They tell without words
What cannot be told……
Your heart, ageless and free
It has touched my soul
I see – it is prone
I know it gave something
For not anymore
I feel so alone.

That night I was happy
One with the music
The Earth – your beautiful song
The fragrance of tropical flowers
The rhythmical stomping of feet
The heavy moist air
Vibrating to the drummers
All powerful beat.

From far off lands I came to you
A restless mind in youthful vigor
Woman of mysterious nature
That other part of mine……
To seek adventure, leave behind
The boredom, dead end routines
The fancy heaps of useless glitter!

One principle in pride pursued
The precious freedom I do treasure
Confronted by desire, pleasure….
I wonder how…. again is waning?
To share there is a price to pay –
And so is there for failing
Your woman’s inborn magic art
Again this time it has subdued
Has overcome my shield and guard.

For untold lifetimes I am learning….
That painful search before and after
When passions rise from glowing embers
Then light up bright and die-off burning
Thus leaving puffs of hazy smoke
The cloudy nature of this yearning
That sting of sweet intoxication
Which…. flashy burst of wisdom hint
In moments of rare revelation
Between those states of sweetened weakness
Are nothing but the bitter fruit
Of falsified indoctrination
Created life…… imagination.

I suffered, learned, enriched my soul
Received what I could find
I found you on the way my friend
On which there is no end in time
…. In search of peace of mind.

O woman – knowing and so sure
As long as we are different
In body, mind (and) what drapes the soul
Unless we both are one
Against your charm there is no cure!

Sigi

when i eat spicy or sour foods, or even THINK about consuming them, i start to sweat arouund my nose and forehead and i start to salivate. for example, i was thinking about eating sour gummy worms, and my face started getting hot and my mouth excreted bitter saliva. when i walk to my class, even when it is very cold, i sweat a little and when i get into class my forehead has beads of sweat. Im a normal teenager, not overweight or anything… what do you think it is? oh, and if this has anything to do with it, my father has diabetes. help

Crows and ravens
Out of the sky are falling,
Eager to heed
Their master’s calling.

Swans and doves,
Both eternal and white,
Must shield
The lovers’ hearts tonight…

Snakes twine and hiss,
Their venom taints all streams…
Clear drops are no longer enough
For one’s potion of dreams…

Flickers of thought,
Drops of perfume,
Vision of love,
Roses in bloom…

Scorching sea,
Beads of sweat,
Signs of strife,
Ancient threat…

Mortal souls
Have lost their power…
Olden spirits
Feast and devour…

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what does it convey to you?
my own creation, of course.
OK stop with the geeky thing.

I am a 21-year old male. I’ve noticed excessive sweating especially in my head/face since I was about 17. When I was younger it wasn’t a concern, but not it something that tends to bother me when Im working.

I am a banquet server at a hotel and in addition to the uncomfortable tuxedo uniforms I sweat even MORE. It does get a little embarrassing when I serve people because I always have to have an extra side towel to wipe my face and sometimes if I am in a rush beads of sweat start forming on my forehead. (I am pretty sure others see it as well) I try to drink ice water and fan myself down to cool off.

Is their a name for this and how can this be treated?

Thanks