Rubbing an emotional fire’s link.

A survey was conducted by a freed throb, to an appealing way of filling every internal sob. 

Tenderly massaged to go off, like many explosions, fireworks ignited a heat begging of urgency.  

To stimulate attention, to an extinguisher’s reach, in dire emergency. 

Bypassing drenched hydrants, that cried between peaks, as the hose rushed out spraying, until it released, only a few leaks.

Erotic Poetry By Tamara Moore

Thinker on the Loose


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