Hot


In times you are distant and cold. Just stands there like a black orb. Then I open you up. Light you up, turn you on. Set you on fire. Get you flaming hot. Your passion burn my eyes. My skin.

I inhale your every scent. Your flaming smoking hot gases. Gently place the flesh to your burn. It frizzles as it meets your glowing bars. Together we spice things up. Feeding my desire. I love you my little Barbie Que.

Inspired by John Malone and my Aussie friends who has the cute nickname, Barbie for this fantastic cooking device. The grill. Ha de Gött!

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2 comments

  1. a feisty, humorous homage to the humble barbie 🙂

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  2. Ooh, all that pent up passion in one little Barbie. Well written Ulle!

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