Competition Winner - January 2013Too Hot To Handle - Lyndon Queripel

She was too hot to handle
a real miss deal spitfire
with her flaming lips
and burning with desire

She was too hot to handle
with gazing blazing eyes
her low key smokey voice
rekindling stolen lies

She was too hot to handle
like the devil's daughter
with a scorching soul
dancing across the water

She was too hot to handle
many men have tried
but their blood just boiled
and their passion fried

She was too hot to handle
like a lightning flash
turning hearts to stone
and rash love into ash.

Lyndon Queripel