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Jan 2016
You're my shot of whiskey
slowly setting me on fire.
Burning all the way down
and fueling my desire.  

You course right through me
like pulsating electricity.
A powerful surging current
and I can't break free.

As my body temperature rises,
heating me to my core,
the sweet buzz I get from you
keeps me wanting more.

Like fireworks exploding,
raining down on me,
stinging when it hits my skin,
but it is pure ecstasy.
Tia White
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Tia White  Georgia
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