by Dawn Marie
Sometimes getting scorched can be a good thing even when it’s from a sexy-scorching-hot deputy sheriff.
The End.
Do you hear what's not said?
Lay with your head pillowed in my lap,
Can you sense the compassion?
Hear my sigh, the anguish from you not seeing what you're missing in your life.
Can you remember that blazing kiss?
Did you get scorched?
Do you miss the blissful,
Aching touch of my...
Lips.
Do you hear what's not said?
Are you happy with your lonely, lonely, life?
Did you get scared and run away...
To a lonely, lonely, life,
For what reasons?
Want to lay your tired head on my lap...
Letting my fingertips run through your scalp,
Hearing your sigh, for reasons,
Unknown but to you.
Did you get scorched?
Touching my lips.
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