It is the warmth
That draws me in -
Yes, heat,
And temperature.
I’m addicted to the warmth
That radiates
In the curve of her smile
In the rise of her gaze
In the squeeze of her hands
In the grace of her gait
In the sound of her words
And the glow of her face…
It’s the light in her eyes
And the temper of her thoughts I crave…
To be scorched
In the heat of her anger,
And the flames of her passions to brave…
No, I’m no cold camper
By a blazing bonfire -
I am but a wasp chasing a sunbeam
Among spring flowers.
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