Sunstroke Calefaction
YOU ARE MY SULTRY SUMMER
HOT, STICKY, STEAMY
WET WITH ANTICIPATION
AT THE VERY THOUGHT OF YOU
I AM EBULLIENT
FROM THIS OPPRESSION
SCORCHING IN THE HEAT
OF YOUR YELLOW GLOW
THIS TORRID PASSION
I AM MELTING
FROM YOUR INCANDESCENCE
ALIGHT
AFIRE
ABLAZE
WHICH CANNOT BE
EXTINGUISHED.
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