Hot Spot Poems - Poems about Hot Spot

Not a lot of ocelots are seen in the day they prefer the evening or the night if an ocelot you're hot to spot altho' it's quite a long shot an ocelot you want to sight you may even hit the jackpot if you do it right all you've really got to do is switch off the light ...

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I just knew that I'd better not stop Caressing her from bottom to top It was getting real hot When I hit the right spot But by then I was too pooped to pop Prequel to "Johnny on the Spot"...

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Is there anywhere cool? Everywhere there is heat A summer of 'Dog Days' Cool air is what I seek Not this mirage of haze. Is there anywhere cool? People wilt, sweat runs free Even the shade is hot Our home we cannot flee Suffering in hot spot. Is there anywhere cool? All things subject to heat Everything breaking down Temperance obsolete In perspiration drown. Is there anywhere cool? Yes, just wait...

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Jeepers it is hot in here I just burned my derriere But I don't mind at all because I am being cooked with love Tenderly simmered in a pot My skin fell off--I am so hot I feel naked but so free Juiciness all around me In a bath of smokey steam I'll soon be a yummy dream Here come more friends to hang out Seasoning...

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Cold The bottle sweats. Frail The ice inside cracks. Thick The water runs Down my throat Quenching my thirst So cold, It hurts....

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Monsoon yet come soon Sweat, sweat, sweat, melt till get wet Stifling in rhyming *************************************************************** ...

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do you cumpute or toot have it in mind getting on line don't set and rot there's a dot that say come this way HOT SPOT...

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~I don't need, In case you haven't heard~ I don't need to strip for no crown, unless you desire large breast Casarah, there's no need to be deluded by money hungry psychics, Reading leaves from a tea cup, a misguided fortune of bribes Can't you see satin gold already streams through my veins It's not about wanting it bad...

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