
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


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

Liam Sullivan's Ideas and Reflections
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Hot stuff Sandra.
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Inspired by the fiction piece I was working on last night… 🙂
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Aha. All good 🙂
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Yup, hot! I love the image, too. 😀
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Thanks! 🙂
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Ooh, New fiction coming soon?
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No…. same one… I’m writing as I go because I’m insane.
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You’re not insane! But I know what you mean, probably should write up ahead a little before posting, right? I never do, tho…:(
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I try… thus working last night on Friday’s post. Doesn’t always work out though… 🙂
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Love this!
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Thank you, Kay!
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You’re welcome.
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Feelin’ HOT hot hot…
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Wonderful Sandra
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Thanks Eric
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