I'm melting...
like butter on a crisp hot crumpet
dripping through the piping hot cracks
to pool at the bottom
melting like an icecream on a golden beach
as the sun melts into the sea
bleeding the suns burning orange into
the oceans deepest blue
over the horizon seeking the shadows
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
Offline) - Published: July 21st, 2022 03:15
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Comments1
Now - Kitty doesn't need more hotness. She's always at 100 degress - Centigrade that is! lol.
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