Naked
She warms me to the core.
She caress me, brings a glow to my cheeks.
I move closer I want her so near.
She's not an old flame she's all mine.
I have a burning desire to be close.
Is she too hot to handle.
Her smouldering beauty entrances me.
She's fiery but I'm not afraid.
What a scorching beauty she is.
Now I'm struggling she's red hot.
I'm just melting in front of her .
oh, how I love a naked flame on a log fire.
comp entry 11/11
Copyright © Stephen Pennell | Year Posted 2016
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