Day Twenty Six: Feel the burn…

The exercise group struggles, becoming sore,
As they feel the burn, pushing and pulling to the max.
“And one, and two, and three, and four,
No time to think until we hit the climax.”

We feel the burn, pushing and pulling to the max,
Our lips on fire for ecstatic fun.
No time to think until we hit the climax.
Then catch our breath and come undone.

My lips on fire for ecstatic fun,
I swallow my pride, gritting my teeth,
Then catch my breath and come undone,
By a plant of intense heat.

I swallow my pride, gritting my teeth,
Hearing the taunts from opposing parts.
By these plants of intense heat.
I feel the burn scald my tender heart.

Hearing the taunts from opposing parts,
Of moments present and past remains.
I feel the burn scald my tender heart.
And cry for hope to heal the pain.

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