How Hot Was It
Slowly over the hours it simmered.
intensifying as the heat deepened.
Senses now on fire in anticipation.
Skin heating up in expectation.
Blood now hot and bubbling.
Flames everywhere shooting.
Stomach growls as it is hit.
Legs give out and so I sit.
Wow that was one hot curry
Never ever good to hurry.
If you thought it something different
Would a woman really be so flagrant?
written 24/07/2015
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2015
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