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Saturday, April 28, 2012

minuet in g major


she felt 
the look in his eyes.
it burned with a scalding
ache
that pierced her soul
and created 
mountains
that needed to be climbed.
the dinner
was just formality
for what she had wanted
since he arrived late.
her agenda matched his
so the check was agreed upon.
lady cab driver
peering
and smiling,
as the night glides by.
sensation starts 
in the yellow lane
and spills onto the street
as jackson 
needs no change.
it pours.
there's something sexy
about rain...
so the front stoop
beckons
to the beat
of no refrain.
hand up skirt,
finding soft and wet
while the heavens release
drip,drip~
she proceeds with no regret.
the neighbors are watching,
from the building next door
but their lust is in control
he doesn't care anymore.
her lips part
as his tongue
finds 
sweet release.
lower the search goes
until lips meet lips.
horizontal and vertical
foursome
unite in a hurricane of frenetic
want.
soaking in the residue
of the dastardly deed,
they collapse exhausted
while raindrops
wash away
any remaining guilt.





4 comments:

  1. WOW!!! Really smokin! I'll never think about rain the same again. What was the inspiration behind this sizzling piece?

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  2. RAIN has always turned me on, I'm assuming since it was pouring down when I lost my virginity. This poem made me remember when...Love the poem, keep 'em coming

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  3. This is so hot! Makes me want to go out and play in the rain a while ;)

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  4. Love it. Paints a very nice picture ;)

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