All
White Hot
This
heat is coming, suddenly
as
a flare of light, white hot
and
steamy on the crest of night,
where
images of freedom to be
wild
and abandoned must I fight.
She
the Angel a delight of mine,
took
me on the flames of passion,
to
some more craft, besides the
fashion
for a new unbridled ration,
keen
to feel my hands on fire.
Shooting
to the space of time,
where
under me we'll know this
sensual
bliss, forever with the passionate
kiss,
be mine and let your eyes
of
love with tenderness still shine.
Happiness
came that beautiful night,
and
under the strain of cotton,
my
ardour had so much to fight,
the
love that always felt alright,
imagined
kisses, pressed lips of white.
Forced
into surrender the easy way,
is
where my energy flew right away,
tested
beyond the norm of modesty,
your
form is lithe, White hot, and
begging
for me to fly your way.
Sticky
mess like glue I'm stuck,
I
want you badly, I can see
you
also need a …. way to cool,
before
we're lost in frenzied heat,
finding
you was a stroke of luck...
'M'
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