burn.

burn.

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
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About what sandra thinks

Sandra began writing when she was a sixth grader. She is a teller of stories through poetry, fiction, and tales from her own life. And she thinks too much. Read, think, enjoy, laugh.
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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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