Sultry summer nights burned time.
Her ocean-blue oval eyes burned with mine.
Silence shook the ground beneath.
Sunburned skin.
Wind burned lips.
Calorie burned hips.
Our tangled bodies burned crisp with passion.
(from Dusting off Dreams currently #12 out of 168k in poem)
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