Melting

kitty the naughty poet

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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Comments1

  • orchidee

    Now - Kitty doesn't need more hotness. She's always at 100 degress - Centigrade that is! lol.



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