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a ride in my car

Poetry By: dreaming of you
Poetry


just a little foreplay


Submitted:Jul 17, 2008    Reads: 278    Comments: 7    Likes: 4   


THE OLD BMW

SLIPS INTO TOP GEAR

I REST MY HAND ON THE KNEE

THAT LIES EVER SO NEAR.

MY HEART POUNDS LIKE THUNDER

AS MY HAND SLIPS UNDER YOUR DRESS

AND THE TENDER PART OF YOUR THIGH

I STROKE AND CARESS.

I GLIMPSE FLIMSY UNDIES

THE COLOUR OF MILK

AND MY FINGERS LOVE THE SENSATION

OF TOUCHING PURE SILK.

LIKE AN OLD MASTER

I'M APPLYING MY ART

EXPERTLY TEASING

THE ROSE PETALS APART.

YOU'RE THRUSTING AND WRITHING

THE SEAT ROCK'S NEATH YOUR KNEE'S

EXPOSING PLACES

MY FINGERS ARE EAGER TO PLEASE.

YOU SAY THIS IS TORTURE

OF THE MOST PLEASURABLE KIND

BECAUSE THE FACT YOU CAN'T TOUCH THE DRIVER

IS BLOWING YOUR MIND .

BUT WHEN I PULL OVER

YOU ATTACK ME WITH INTENT

THE CAR ROCKED WITH A VIOLENCE

UNTIL WE WERE SPENT .

I PULLED BACK THE CAR ROOF

AND WE LAY LOOKING AT THE STARS

AND TOMORROW WE ARE HOPING

TO TAKE ANOTHER RIDE IN MY CAR.





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