Hotter
It’s hotter than eighty degrees;
less hot than the fourth of July;
as hot as a warm summer breeze;
far less than the sun in our sky.
It’s as hot as I need it to be
to enjoy some alone time with you.
Let’s get naked here down by the sea.
We’ll get hotter. . . THAT I guarantee!
Written 7/30/2015 for the HOW HOT WAS IT!!!!! Contest of John Lawless
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015
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