When the heat warms
And the soul cooks
And the eyes burn
And the tongue becomes parched
I think of you
And pant
And sizzle with the thought
Of holding you
Touching you
Feeling you touching me
Sensing tension
And desire
And love
With no abatement
Copyright 2009
Debi Rodriguez
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