July’s spell wrote itself nut brown
on her sweat-kissed back.
They said sometime after noon.
Fondling the warm iron gatepost,
her thick, hungry thighs arrived
at 11.
He stumbled out, pale and squinting,
open palm arched over his head,
itching for a shower.
“Hey, loverboy, remember me?”
For a man released early for good time,
he was about to be very very bad.
Shay is today’s host of The Sunday Muse.
Tao Talk 
Oh my…gonna get hot…love your take on the prompt!
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:) Thanks, Susie!
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Talk about wonderfully naughty ~~~ this is a great write!
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Many thanks, Helen :)
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amazing! I love it! <3
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:) <3
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For a man released early for good time,
he was about to be very very bad.
Cannot really be sure what will be his next move. Good close Jade, leaving it mysteriously open at the end!
Hank
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Thank you very much and glad you enjoyed the poem :)
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It’s getting warm in here lol…. Love the song! I needed that today.
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LOL :) Glad it gave you the jolt you needed.
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She’s gonna burn that boy to the ground! Love it, and the song.
Shay/Fireblossom
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YES! Thanks, Shay!
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whew! scorching poem!
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Thank you!
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Vivid and full of great imagery.
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Thank you :)
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Such a flaming hot take on the image Lisa! 🔥
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Thanks, Carrie!
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“July’s spell wrote itself nut brown” – perfection.
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:) Thank you!
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Surprise! (K)
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:)
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Well now, this is risky — or is it risque? Whichever, it’s great fun.
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It’s whatever you want it to be, Beverly. So glad you enjoyed it, thank you :)
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