Poem -

The Case For Heat

The Case For Heat

True love is always

a roll of the dice

a shot in the dark

but

steamy lust

is as simple

as inserting aĀ plugĀ 

into a willing outlet

and

feeling the charge

Why deny yourself

high octane passion?

Even if it's random

Don't get trapped

forever longingĀ 

for story book romance

which may never come

Take a chance!

While waiting around

forĀ Prince Charming

to sweep you off your feet

Have a quickie roll in the hay

with the sweaty farm hand

and create

an off the fairy tale
books memory

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Tina Moore

lol -love your outlook on romance . Tempting and true you can find the one in that way -fairytale romance. nice write :) Ā  Ā  Tina x

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Steve Green

Thanks Tina...I actually have Prince Charming locked away in my dungeon deepĀ 

We do rent him out occasionally for costume parties and car shows ;)

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Steve Green,

Good, I love the below lines, My nomination

  • True love is always
  • a roll of the dice
  • a shot in the dark
  • but
  • steamy lust
  • is as simple
  • as inserting aĀ plugĀ 
  • into a willing outlet
  • and
  • feeling the charge
  • Why deny yourself
  • high octane passion?

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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