Dry Heat
I feel dry heat.
I want to play in the sheets.
My love is spiraling down
To love town to where I love to be
Hot moist and wet but I ain't had that feeling
Right now I'm in dry heat because the beast
That helps me beneath is not giving me that
Thrilling repeat. I'm in dry heat. I don't like
This either. It makes my mind go blank.
It causes my mind to spirally drive to
Process hot moist wet thoughts nothing
That I bought will help. I can do nothing
But process yelps of pleasure that the
Beast gives that helps my seratonin
Levels rise and me to roll my eyes.
I promise I'd rather die than to have
Dry heat. I need a lasting visit from
The beast that plays with me in the sheets.
1-27-11
Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown | Year Posted 2011
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