Burning is Young Love

Written for:  Friday Writings #38 - To Burn

"With all this heat I decided to make this week’s optional prompt “to burn”. What comes up for you when you hear this phrase?"


Burning is young
love.  A fever invades
your body, skin tingles
in anticipation, 
and heart beats Thump! Thump!
loud enough to make you wonder
if others can hear it.  Your
clothes–are they sexy? Are your
armpits and legs shaved
to baby smooth?  Makeup–some,
but not garish.  Hair–freshly
shampooed, shining.  Polished
nails, a spritz of that perfume
you know he loves, and that's
you.  Burning hot!

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to Burning is Young Love

  1. Jim says:

    And when we smooch
    we draw closer closer
    Mama has warned …
    _ _ _

    Been there, haven’t we all?
    ..

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  2. dsnake1 says:

    Hot stuff! (and the weather is already hot enough). 🙂

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  3. Ah, memories! The excitement, the pain…. Wouldn’t have missed it for anything, but getting past it has compensations. (Grin.)

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