The Hottest Room

December 12, 2011
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The Hottest Room
His hand caressing my innocence
While the other pins me.

A harsh push,
to a molten bed.

Clothing melts off,
with intensifying body heat.

So I press lips to his
tables turn.

Sitting on top, I hold the rule book.
Lust is in my hands.

Quickly my head hits the pillows
the winner seems so clear, but…

Chest to chest, now we dance
this is a game we can not lose.

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