Sensual
Sensual as and so sensual is,
When fire ignites, the dead have risse,
You can’t keep down the passion earned,
Over wrought, with rigid squirm,
Heat and steam and vision blurred,
Fascinated, and completely stirred
Thought is gone, deep wanting heard,
For meatballs this is grim,
Is he about to swim,
Or droopy has returned,
Soul lit fire is searing burned,
Until the right is sweetly termed,
An interface of passion will,
Stir solutions so instill,
Estacy is very nice
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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