Your sweat drips onto my chest, making my heart race. In the bottom of the ninth, two outs, bases loaded—I can't help but notice your exposed panties. Dreams, love, and your season are beginning now. Your pure white skirt shines brilliantly, like light itself, and in this overwhelmingly sensitive season, I want to feel you completely. My desire to cheer for you, to support your hard work, pierces straight through my heart.