Heat Wave.
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It starts slowly, rolling over the brain.
Desire then crests in foaming furnace-heat.
Once atop this wave of need nothing remains
But roller-coaster ride into the deep.
Heat wave trims the soul of conscious coldness.
Love's fever, once felt, softens with smother.
Closes escape holes, then designs control.
Such flame-storm is made to melt all other.
Until charged with unwavering desire
Love demurs what it needs to be set on fire.
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