Saturday, November 10, 2012

Heat Wave

I'm hot.
Not the sexy kind of hot
But the Sahara kind of hot.
The fire from deep within heats the surface of my skin.
I don't swear
But i glisten softly.

I feel like i'm at the entrance of hell
Like i've placed my finger upon the sun.
This heat is everlasting.
My body quivers.

My heart beats triple time thinking of the cool sensation i will soon feel.
I breathe a sigh of relive as the air condition starts up.

Finally i have removed my finger from the sun.
I no longer stand at the entrance of hell
But i have been places in the arms of an angel
I no longer sweat
Nor glisten
But i lay peacefully in my paradise
All thanks to my air condition.

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