You're a red hot dish

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You're a red hot dish

You're a red hot dish
with a pinch of fun...


You're a piece of metal
beneath the August sun.


You're a raging fire
on a winter night.

Wen u ll come back

I ll hug you v tight

I ll let you go never

I ll hold you 4ever…


I know u don’t have ever thought

But I love you really alot

You ignite a spark
that hits the spot.


I don't know how you do it,
but you sure do it right!

 


Oh, yeah.
You make me hot!

 

See in my eys v deep

U ll find lots of love

Without you

I guessed it by know

Life is really v tough !

I still have on my neck

The warmth of ur kiss

I ll always feel its fragrance,

& I ll never miss.

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.