Sega
A match was struck
That made a small fire.
Boughs and boughs were added
That lit up the bonfire.
As the flames soared and swayed
They danced to the sega and music made.
As hips they began to rotate
And hands they gestured
Others joined, squealing with delight.
Sparks after sparks the fire threw
And the fun grew and grew.
Like the shooting stars above
Away their worries flew
Andtheir hearts tickling with love
Brought pleasures new
Till body, flames and drumbeat
Rocked injoy after joy in gentle heat
And rocked yet more together
Locked in forever and ever.
Copyright © Beejadhur Sewumber | Year Posted 2016
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