I had just finished up Malfeasance and The Last Of The Mohicans, and I was about to jump into Desdemona, and I was feeling a bit overburdened by all the gravity of what I was writing of late, so I felt I needed to do something of a lighter fare, but also somewhat of a higher level of maturity than what had come before.  So I figured I'd do something sexualized, but not in an overt and puerile way, more in a reserved and directed manner.  So out popped Sweat, which is pretty brief and to the point and not very convluted or anything of that nature.  It's about sex, plain and simple, but not just random one-night-stand type sex, more so the consummation of feelings which run deeper than the human mind can penetrate into itself to see.  It's not about mechanical sex for sex's sake, it's about an expression of love and passion that somehow humans have come to expect I suppose.  It's sort of saying, "Yeah I may tell you I love you, but those are only words, now I'm showing you and this is how I know to do it best."  It's pretty much a male sentiment I suppose, but come on, I am a male.