Hot

The atmosphere was explosive...
While the heat just bathed our skin--
Sauna beads of sweat covered us...
As we were carried off within;
Ravaged by sensualities ways...
Enamored in deep deep kiss...
Carried beyond the rapture--
Captured-one another in total bliss;
The very nature of loves haves and have nots...
Seem to shake our entire core...
Knowing without a single word--
That we'd be back for much more;

Walking out the door of passions play...
Did not come easy for me---
But the memory was forever imprinted...
With the knowledge that we were meant to be;
Soon-oh so very soon-we'll return--
Without even a moments thought---
And wrap ourselves once again in love...
Working ourselves once again into 'Hot';

The Essence
August,2010

poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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