Smooth Poem by Madhu Smita

I am not smooth
I don't know smooth
I don't do smooth
I am hot and I am cold
But living in the temperate zone is not my thing
Come to me if you can handle my heat
Come to me if you can bear my chill
I'll scald you making a thousand nerves come alive at the same time
I'll numb your senses to all the pain
I'll take you to the highest peak of pleasure where you'll no more be able to discern between pleasure and pain

Come to me if you are ready to be marked for life