HOT

Your words scream...
they breathe,
hot!
All over my body;
along my face,
behind my eyes.
I cannot move
(transfixed by your passion)
Your lips linger
long
like the sun on my vagina,
and your words
rain hard on the desert between my legs.
Silent gasps
cannot struggle past
my frozen overwelment.
I am dying
from this heat.

by Brigitte

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