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I hear the roar of your truck engine as you wait patiently atop my driveway I slide on my sandals hurriedly, slip out the door Dressed in a loose, ripply top with my favorite shorts Bouncy hair and glowing skin Edible fragrances dripping off my figure, into your nostrils, in which drag themselves to the lobes of your brain, the taste buds of your tongue And you With your golden rod complexion, form-fitting black t-shirt, exposing the contours of your sculpted chest, loose Bermuda shorts Complementary ball cap and aviators The faint hypnotic smell of sweat and my favorite cologne that compliments your natural aroma perfectly A playlist of songs reminiscent of old memories Singing Dancing Laughing Crying Beats on my eardrums "Fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go round!" Our vocal chords stretch like rubber bands as we scream to these memories in motion The beach is reserved for our use, or so we pretend Together, we are alone on this small strip of land I run to the sand, allowing my toes the comfort of such a familiar feeling White hot, burning, tingling, relief within seconds as the warmth conducts and disperses across my skin I unbutton my shorts and pull my top over my head, run to the waters edge in hopes of pleasure, alleviation from the gnawing humidity, liquefying my bones   I submerge my head, fogging my mind, allowing complete relaxation to fill my entire being I find you beside me as I surface for Oxygen Beads of lake water cover you cheeks like melted snowflakes You stand there, naked next to me, your clothes at shore Your hands search my back, find the fasteners of my bra 1 2 3 un-clipped by your hungry fingers, which now travel to my hips Tugging at the thin, lacy fabric covering my innocence Now, in your palm And with your other palm you beckon me back to the sand as you say, with tender breathlessness, "You're beautiful" In which I believe you as I lie upon a sandy towel As you carefully lower yourself upon me As our fingers interlace And our lips, thirsting for lust, bind together We are one We are love
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Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 8:02 PM UTC
Summer
I hear the roar of your truck engine as you wait patiently atop my driveway I slide on my sandals hurriedly, slip out the door Dressed in a loose, ripply top with my favorite shorts Bouncy hair and glowing skin Edible fragrances dripping off my figure, into your nostrils, in which drag themselves to the lobes of your brain, the taste buds of your tongue And you With your golden rod complexion, form-fitting black t-shirt, exposing the contours of your sculpted chest, loose Bermuda shorts Complementary ball cap and aviators The faint hypnotic smell of sweat and my favorite cologne that compliments your natural aroma perfectly A playlist of songs reminiscent of old memories Singing Dancing Laughing Crying Beats on my eardrums "Fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go round!" Our vocal chords stretch like rubber bands as we scream to these memories in motion The beach is reserved for our use, or so we pretend Together, we are alone on this small strip of land I run to the sand, allowing my toes the comfort of such a familiar feeling White hot, burning, tingling, relief within seconds as the warmth conducts and disperses across my skin I unbutton my shorts and pull my top over my head, run to the waters edge in hopes of pleasure, alleviation from the gnawing humidity, liquefying my bones   I submerge my head, fogging my mind, allowing complete relaxation to fill my entire being I find you beside me as I surface for Oxygen Beads of lake water cover you cheeks like melted snowflakes You stand there, naked next to me, your clothes at shore Your hands search my back, find the fasteners of my bra 1 2 3 un-clipped by your hungry fingers, which now travel to my hips Tugging at the thin, lacy fabric covering my innocence Now, in your palm And with your other palm you beckon me back to the sand as you say, with tender breathlessness, "You're beautiful" In which I believe you as I lie upon a sandy towel As you carefully lower yourself upon me As our fingers interlace And our lips, thirsting for lust, bind together We are one We are love
I was daydreaming... a much different version than what is in my poetry notebook, as I wrote this in the middle of the night!
elizabeth-o
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elizabeth-o
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Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 8:02 PM UTC
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