Governed by a one track mind
A heat seeking missile made human,
Lusting for targets,
Motivated and fixated
On that which always leaves him burnt
A slave to what he considers “hot”
No surprise
Always ends the same way;
With a predictable explosion
That starts with his face.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Photograph by: julie-rc
O.D. 
Cool Poem
Thank you 🙂
the hot ones are called hot for a reason, they always burn ❤
Haha too bad he has yet to learn that lesson
lol oh boy
Hahaha 😀
Beautiful words!
Thank you 🙂