every time
you touch me
I am powerless
my breath stolen
yours floating
over my skin
warming me
until I’m on fire
pretending to be
afraid of the flames
but secretly hoping
to burn

divider dots. red.

© what sandra thinks

About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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15 Responses to burn.

  1. Miriam says:

    Hot stuff Sandra.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Yup, hot! I love the image, too. 😀

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Ooh, New fiction coming soon?

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Kay says:

    Love this!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Marquessa says:

    Feelin’ HOT hot hot…

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Eric says:

    Wonderful Sandra

    Liked by 1 person

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