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May 2023
is so hot
it fries eggs
on the sidewalk

His lips
so sweet
he curls them up
and shows his pearly teeth

His tongue
is a red carpet
rolling out as
as a chocolate barbet

There's a line
running up
from his lips
to his eyes
like a live wire
the sparks fly

He has me
in that smile
I guess I’ll stay
a while
sandra wyllie
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