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The Heat of Heat.......
like the desert
and my very soul is parched
my flesh laid out upon the burning sands
my roman candle pointed towards
your Vanilla Sky
I lust for you
my skin is dry
an unquenchable flame burns inside
and I long to be made wet
and your touch is the rain
your body will make me whole again
I melt inside
our mutual, carnal, primitive desires
to suckle your
lips and breast
lick
stroke each other down
starting at your neck
kissing my way down your chest
wet sands enveloping our skin,
left to quake in each others arms
as your succulent fruit
lays way to my knife's edge
of sensuality penetrating you deeply........
…..in the heat of heat, the heat is so hot
our passion overloads.....
…..in the sweltering heat
Published 31st Jul 2021
Author's Note
......here "cum" those Santa Ana winds again
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31st Jul 2021 5:03am
I like the lovers become geography & meteorology...great approach!
Beautiful image of the fruit imposing itself on the knife edge. An interesting image.
Beautiful image of the fruit imposing itself on the knife edge. An interesting image.
31st Jul 2021 6:05am
4th Aug 2021 00:23am
MrM,
Mama told me not to stare at the sun, but your write has given me reason to keep on staring! Love the lines:
“and I long to be made wet
and your touch is the rain”
Feeling the heat!
down2dirt
Mama told me not to stare at the sun, but your write has given me reason to keep on staring! Love the lines:
“and I long to be made wet
and your touch is the rain”
Feeling the heat!
down2dirt
