In the desert of the heart
Any touch may start
A flame
Any hand
May command
A hot
Flush
(Wanted or not),
But who are we to rush
To blame?
Is this thing called shame
A social construct that keeps us low?
Many prefer not to go
Down that path
Of enquiry. They laugh,
Make a smutty joke
And on their own hypocrisy choke.
K Morris - Poet 
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This is very good, Kevin.
Thank you, Robbie. Kevin
Great blog. I like your poem and other work, as well. Thank you for following BrewNSpew.
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You are welcome for the follow and I look forward to reading your writings.
Best, Kevin
Thank you for liking my work and following me at Newauthoronline, I very much appreciate you doing so.
You are welcome for the follow and I look forward to reading your writings.
Best, Kevin
Thank you for liking my work and following me at Newauthoronline, I very much appreciate you doing so.
You are welcome for the follow and I look forward to reading your writings.
Best, Kevin
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