Here is what happens when me, a bikini and tequila get all mixed up. I write a naughty poem. It’s titled Fire, and I wrote it right after the creepy drowning one.
Your mouth on mine
Your hands they trace
My curves, my lines
My memore erased
Your tongue
Your taste
Sets me ablaze
Wild and on fire
Your love does engage
My heart
My body
Yours to do what you will
Conquer the fire
Consume me at will
And that concludes my camping writing….
Always,
Lady X
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