Smaller derrieres

My derriere is not designed
For this kind of chill. Would you mind
If I slipped over your lap,
So that you can slap
Warmth into me, if inclined.

* moustique *
the fire spreads,
embracing all,
in its clamor to consume,
pleasure burning,
reaching a crescendo,
mi meli y mio
 
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