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Here is what happens when me, a bikini and tequila get all mixed up. I write a naughty poem. It’s titled Fire, and I wrote it right after the creepy drowning one.

Your mouth on mine
Your hands they trace

My curves, my lines
My memore erased

Your tongue
Your taste
Sets me ablaze

Wild and on fire
Your love does engage

My heart
My body
Yours to do what you will

Conquer the fire
Consume me at will

And that concludes my camping writing….

Always,
Lady X

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