^^^^^^^arson^^^^^^^ Poem by Ebone' Ingram
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You know the drill...if it sux...tell me so.
It starts blazing at my feet
and moves up my body
as your fiery hands squeeze my waist.
I feel a heat wave
as your lips like nitro kiss my neck.
Baby, you should know:
my heart is volatile
and my mind goes to Hell
every time we ring that alarm.
By now, I know
that each time you come around
WE'RE GONNA START A FIRE.
Yikes! ! Better keep the fire extinguisher close by Eni! ! ! Hugs, Dee
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4/26/2024 5:53:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Phew, I need a drink now. Good poem.