Friday 18 January 2019

Hot Stuff


Hot Stuff


When love was only very young
we sipped hot soup that scalds the tongue
we barely know how so which we feel
or what in truth it will reveal

we’d kissed the boys who kissed the girls
that run our fingers through your curls
from deep within fire snatch fiery sticks
shall flickering blow on embered tips

we twirl the sparklers of our eyes
grip patterns fast before they die
fading bright they indelible weave
our midnight hearts with sorrow leave

spit on scalding iron and it hisses
remind you both of budding kisses
blisters once the yearning builds
pounding pulse be not never stilled

darling dreams of what could be
burn to think of what we’ll see
tremble fingers on sticky lingers
gasp for air to breathe sighing cinders

scorch your mouth on chocolate sweet
slow build our thud thumping beat
we strike the match then brief touch tip
undo the clasp and pull the zip

when love was only very young
cups boil over eager and begun
lying back still lie can’t get enough
ah yes - but oh, that hot hot stuff.





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