Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
Hot
The atmosphere was explosive...
While the heat just bathed our skin--
Sauna beads of sweat covered us...
As we were carried off within;
Ravaged by sensualities ways...
Enamored in deep deep kiss...
Carried beyond the rapture--
Captured-one another in total bliss;
The very nature of loves haves and have nots...
Seem to shake our entire core...
Knowing without a single word--
That we'd be back for much more;
Walking out the door of passions play...
Did not come easy for me---
But the memory was forever imprinted...
With the knowledge that we were meant to be;
Soon-oh so very soon-we'll return--
Without even a moments thought---
And wrap ourselves once again in love...
Working ourselves once again into 'Hot';
The Essence
August,2010
poem
by
Theodora Onken
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black