Let’s Make Up
Angry and Wet
Nowadays jack is not only one making my chest hot
It hadn’t occurred to me yet that you’re a drug
It’s the pain that you bring that satisfies my urge for thrill.
As soon as your voice breaks a scream
I crave your slap
Your squeal
Your pant
After releasing your heat
a calm flows through your garden to your flower.
Our bodies attach like magnets
Am I wrong for being in love with the fire?
The spark from our anger colliding was enough to ignite the whole room
A room that was once filled with slurs and negative remarks becomes a lake of endless pleasure for us to enjoy.
It’s your round peach posted up on 45 degree angle frame that fuels the rush
That sculpture only peeps my vision when your face turns red
I’m so sorry honey but your anger is sweet
Let’s make up.
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Oooo, that was hot and steamy. Well done