Dry Heat

I feel dry heat.

I want to play in the sheets.

My love is spiraling down

To love town to where I love to be

Hot moist and wet  but I ain't had that feeling

Right now I'm in dry heat because the beast

That helps me beneath is not giving me that

Thrilling repeat. I'm in dry heat. I don't like

This either. It makes my mind go blank.

It causes my mind to spirally drive to

Process hot moist wet thoughts nothing

That I bought will help. I can do nothing

But process yelps of pleasure that the

Beast gives that helps my seratonin

Levels rise and me to roll my eyes.

I promise I'd rather die than to have

Dry heat. I need a lasting visit from

The beast that plays with me in the sheets.

 

1-27-11
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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