Sparks flare, a growing fire.
Touch the flame of my desire.
Temperatures begins to rise.
Summer heat between my thighs.
Wildfire wanting to break free.
Hunger infernos, eating at me.
Begging for ecstasy and more.
Summer heat, a sultry, wet core.
Hot spot, ready, waiting for play.
Blazing like a midsummer day.
Fevered passion under my skin.
Summer heat burning within.
A contest entry
- Passion by Ted E Bare.
300 points, ended July 9, 2007, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
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let me come between your thighs and brang on the real heat
just trippin you do this to ya boi reading this
keep it poppin -
Steamy
Yes - just like office with no AC. dripping with sweat and desire. what a hot one. Keep them coming ~ mikeeeeee
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Hot and lovely
Begging for ecstasy and more.
Summer heat, a sultry, wet core.
Two great lines--no one should have to suffer that without someone to put out that fire! Sultry.
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You had me burning within as well with this sultry write. Juicy erotica!!!!! I want to thank you for entering my "Passion" contest.
Ted E
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Hot Stuff
My dear you have captured the concept of erotica with this very passionate write. well done excellent read & write you spoke volumes in these few lines....Novy
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Beatiful, Goddess!
I like that summer heat as well. But winter has its own voice, staying inside and snuggling under covers, you think?
"Hot spot, ready, waiting for play.
Blazing like a midsummer day.
Fevered passion under my skin.
Summer heat burning within."
Hmmm, hmmmmm, that's what it's all about...
Nice write, Goddess,
Brazos
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