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SLOW BURN SCRAMBLE

Slow burn love is for

lonely wives

and teenage virgins

I am too young

to slow dance in style

too feral to succumb

to third degree

yearns

The real tragedy is abstinence

I am in the mood for

fucking the enemy on

first debate

Patience is no virtue when

the house is on fire

I take my coffee steaming

black no sugar

A dollop of

desire

please

on two fluffy

eggs

silver hot

I like how Gordon Ramsey

scrambles

Quicksilver wrists and

good technique

High heat

Oil lusty

Do I have to spell it out for you?

Kiss me butter

Salt me soft

Whisk me wild

Fold a touch of intimacy

over and

over and

over

until tender

mounds form

Sprinkle chives

No creme fraiche

I substitute mine with desire

for you

taste like lemon

curd creamy

tart

rich but

not in that way

(just kidding)

My sunshine

silky in a jar

sweet riding bitter’s edge

a negotiation

on the tip of

the tongue

before curdling

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