I am probably the only person in the world who will understand this one....was written for Chris' boss Greg.
Lukewarm, that's what
I was. His laughing eyes,
his dimples. I stared
With interested, yet
Uninterested orbs.
I was not cold, yet
I was not hot.
The storm raged violently,
Both inside and out.
I stared at him with
Cold, angry eyes.
Envious, possessive,
he was that and more.
We were cold.
Hot, that's what he is.
Just like a day in July.
The boiling point
was reached, passion
was ignited. Walking
Without shoes, he was
HOT!!
