<a href=”http://www.zaharaesque.com/” style=”text-decoration:underline;”>viperslang</a>:
write a poem about a kiss.
Lightning creates a plasma approaching 28,000 Kelvin,
rain drops go pitter-pat,
’n lightning snaps,
sizzles, zaps.
You kiss like explosions sound,
’n I want, god I want,
I want slow motion replays,
I want Icarus burnin’,
in your lightning temp. lips
in your slidin’ against me hips.
