Poem about making love.
Boy you make my heartache
Whenever you give me
that come-hither stare.
My body temperature rises,
one hundred degrees.
I hear fire engines and
sirens everywhere.
When our bodies converge,
there is no telling when
either one of us will resurface
and come up for oxygen or air.
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