filed in
the most deviant chambers
of my memory bank
is a
summer of bliss
in a
breezy city
of blue lakes,
buxom blondes
and *****
near the baltic sea
eva's skin-tight
****** white jeans
were the envy
of my roving eye
"hi"
she replied
to my
transparent thought
and I
bought her
a screwdriver
with a twist
of jive
we sat poolside
chatting about this
and that
and after the
5th *****
driver that is,
we both knew
'twas time for
some intercontinental
**********
she was curious
and excited
to sample the coffee
in my african skin
and her talented
slavic tongue
stirred me gently
from
gdansk
all the way down
to krakow
I took eva
for a long
wild ride over
the serengeti
on my faithful thoroughbred
johnson
together
we climbed
the rugged hills of lust
to passion's prurient peak,
a blissful journey
that left us
gasping
breathlessly
we embraced
under a fountain of rapture
as words
hung dry
in our throats
we would wear them later...
~ P
(7/21/2013)
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC
filed in
the most deviant chambers
of my memory bank
is a
summer of bliss
in a
breezy city
of blue lakes,
buxom blondes
and *****
near the baltic sea
eva's skin-tight
****** white jeans
were the envy
of my roving eye
"hi"
she replied
to my
transparent thought
and I
bought her
a screwdriver
with a twist
of jive
we sat poolside
chatting about this
and that
and after the
5th *****
driver that is,
we both knew
'twas time for
some intercontinental
**********
she was curious
and excited
to sample the coffee
in my african skin
and her talented
slavic tongue
stirred me gently
from
gdansk
all the way down
to krakow
I took eva
for a long
wild ride over
the serengeti
on my faithful thoroughbred
johnson
together
we climbed
the rugged hills of lust
to passion's prurient peak,
a blissful journey
that left us
gasping
breathlessly
we embraced
under a fountain of rapture
as words
hung dry
in our throats
we would wear them later...
~ P
(7/21/2013)
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