A Burning Sensation

Love or lust?

She asked herself

when he looked at her

like he did,

 

A quiet dinner

for two, quiet until

he yelled, loud and bothered

“A burning sensation, has me in

its grips!”

 

Love or lust?

She wondered again,

would he, should she, why did he choose

this moment in time?

 

“The cheese fell out of my tortilla,

burning, a burning sensation

down below!”, he cried

 

She knew, Oh yes

She knew,

It was lust after all….

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Author: notthedane56

My heathen tendencies are waiting to blossom at the Mid-Summer Evening in Denmark. In a Country that professes to have an overwhelming population of believers in the Christian Faith, I am always reassured by their pagan ways, at least one night per year. I won't be throwing myself on the bonfire, but I plan on being warmed by the thoughts of the fun-loving Danes, burning witches at the stake, while singing songs and drinking beer!

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