Erotic Poetry
2003-10-05

Eyes that burned in the dark like stars, like the same stars that shone out of my rolled down window, only a thousand times more radiantThe park was emptyThe "decent" were asleepThat fire of youth goneGiven over to the lethargy and cynicism of ageBut that fire still raged in her heart and mine That passionThat lust and that loveWe parked the car in front of a sandboxWhere we had once made the castles of infancy, Where we had held on to that sand, that precious earth, only to watch it fall through our fingersBut we were too old for that nowToo old for sandcastlesToo young for sleepOnly old enough for eachotherI turned, I looked at herHer sillouette perfect in the twilight glow.One hand on her shoulderThe other on her faceShe turned around and I kissed herMy hand on her shoulder sliding down to her backPulling her nearHolding her against meHolding on to her for lifeFor direction where there was noneTasting herHands movingPulling off shirt then pantsFeeling her breastsMoving like explorers with no guide, no mapOnly that need to findI lay her back against the seatPulled down my own pantsPutting my hands on her thighsHer thighs, burning like no fire of natureAnd then I thrustI kinda wrote this on the spot so it aint too good. And I know its not really sex. So yeah..

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