“In the Heat of the Moment”

CRASH!
Stripes and solids dance and mingle
With splendid flurry

His heated breath
On the back of her neck
Sends waves of
Convulsive desire
Crashing through her

Their bodies nearly meshed
Into one,
He stood behind her
Embracing her
He was showing her
How to hold the stick

As she turned to him
With a fiendish grin
Their tongues and lips tangled
In rapturous rage

Srtipes and solids
Had set the state

~*~
06/1998

Copyright © 1998 Brenda Barnhart. All Rights Reserved.

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“His heated breath
On the back of her neck
Sends waves of
Convulsive desire
Crashing through her”

Brenda Barnhart