Have you ever touched a soul so hot it branded your own?
I dreamed I lay in a sultry lush field,
shaded by an embracing old oak tree.
The world spun in magnificent madness
while the devil in him called out to me.
Intoxicated by a woody scent
while transfixed by enchanting honey eyes.
Hot liquid; his luscious lips caressed mine,
and steely hands squeezed tight around my thighs.
His fingers danced electric down my back;
my cowboy’s blazed desire sizzled my skin.
Floating on clouds of a dream’s illusion,
I gambled with my soul and welcomed sin.
—H, bruised by the bark of the devil’s oak
