Playing in Puddles


I’m not the yellow and orange that strains your eyes when you look at the sun, I’m the red fire you can’t see but can feel turning up the heat in your icy glaciers, causing rivers to flood as you melt into the water that your forked tongue unleashed. Breaking me down, by breaking it down and going all the way down and now I am no longer feeling down because he’s making me rain all over me.

The bed is a puddle of pleasure peeking, about to turn into a pool. I am lit aflame and my second mouth is dripping with drool.

By Janell Hihi @Copyright 2017



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