ICE IN THE FIRE
Ice in the fireCold water boiling
Cubes floating 'round
Questionable minds wane
Baby there's ice in the fire!
Cooling plant needed
The heat runs sweaty
Words dripping wet
Now is always ready
Indirect sunlight winks
Direct attention yearns
Eyes scanning everywhere
Lips moistened to slide
Scantly newlywed clad
By right she's legal
Twenty teen a new age
In some states fifteen
Easy to please her pleasures
On a diet of burger and fries
Ice cream for the hell of it
Loosely bound for several weeks
Ice in the fire
Cold water boiling
Cubes floating 'round
Questionable minds wane
Baby there's ice in the fire!
Copyright, Nathaniel London Jr. 2013
All rights reserved by author 2013
Poetry by France England
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Written on 2013-01-30 at 22:14
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