.

Boiling thoughts,
I blame Summer…
You say my name
And I hear thunder,
Lightning strikes
And strikes again
While I wish
For a wandering hand…
Running up
My burning thigh
Will you be my fix,
My personal high?
Hurricane me
Without a notice,
It is high season
For perfect bliss!
Faster, faster
Tease this volcano.
I’m on the edge
Of the cliff, though
Coming closer
And closer…
I sigh your name
And wonder
Do you ever
Think the same way?
If so, just
Come out to play…