WoodstoveA Poem by Monday ParkerYou still heat me...It’s O.K Because I have already changed my mind The thoughts fluttered away as if humming bird I knew it was a bad idea I just wanted to be around you Without eyes Question our every move I want to sit near you Closer than I should You make my heart race Bringing my blood To a Rapid boil You heat me Like an old woodstove Every time you brush against me I have quick flash visions Of laying intertwined in your arms Quick Hot Steaming Breath taking glimpses
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