The Proclaimers: Teardrops
"Burn savage
Burn fierce"
His heated whisper passed
As she
Stoked the simmering beneath
As she
Hears
As she
Feels
The press
Against
Her backward longing lean
As she
Lightly turn the caldron
Longing
Boiling bubbles rise
For the contanct
Disrupting
Her placid surface
The boil
Continues its roll
As his hands
Caressing pull
Her hips
Into him
As she
"Burn savage
Burn Fierce"
When I read your work in one sitting I begin to feel I'm reading the back covers of Harlequin novels. You might consider that as a professional side line.
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