Baked Clay

Hot earth brings my feet to a simmer
The warmth rising up through my toes
And painting my legs with spicy hues
Of orange, leaving my hair a red scent
Of cinnamon for the world to admire

The sun’s rays embrace my peach skin
Soon to be kissed and turned tan.





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