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Waiting For The Water To Boil

Tepid the flames meet their match  
heating ever so slow  
each longing look I yearn  
begging not to burn  

temperatures seared in sound  
as every bubble pleads
quenching of a need  
 
flames stoked then teased  
fanning in the mid-noon breeze  
 
steam builds  
the whistles blow  
the blue of your liquid, waters  
reddened, parched lips are licked  
then salted  
 
deliciousness craves it's comfort  
finally we're about to dine
Written by JusTim_
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