Hot - Poem by Rik Bertrand
Hot with passion full of grace, love devours my soul,
I wither in the heat, as the devil takes control.
Pierce my heart with cupids arrow, lie upon my wake.
Hold me down and kiss me quick, as the earth begins to shake.
The fire has erupted in my heart and my blood runs hot,
I have found the lovers circle and I have marked the spot.
The temperature rises and I lap up all the sweat,
I have been caught up in fiery lovers net.
Hot with passion, taste the tears of love inspired,
Capture the essence of my soul, no experience required.
I have become hot and the devil mingles in my heart,
Steam rises from my soul and I my love has a brand new start.
I am on fire with your love and I have uncommon desires
I am pulled into your world with the mystery love fires.
Hot, Hot, Hot, with Passion full of internal grace,
I have no intention of returning from this loving place.
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