Hot

A little poem about something you might call love.

Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash

Slowly going thru my brain.

Sweet as candy,

Hot as the same hell.

Craving the original sin.

Making me crash against the ground.

An unknown feeling teasing my sanity.

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I don’t have the answer, but I have experiences and would like to share them with you, but will you share yours with me?

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Patricia Pixie❤

Patricia Pixie❤

Billingual writer/music lover/tarot reader/Interested in the mysteries of the human mind misspatypixie@outlook.com

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