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May 06, 2005
Lust
I like a yellow cab,
A train ticket, and an excuse
I like a long walk naked in the rain
And not getting there, no matter what
I like a glass of Marlow
After dinner, you laying on my back
naked and warm, feeling of your pubic hair
Moist against my skin, my face burried in
Your lap, my tongue on your sex
I like you looking at me
Listening to Charlie Haid while
I write, fantasizing of a three some
with my pen and the paper
Long into the night
Your midnight stroll
To the bathroom, your shadow
sitting, with your palm
against your thighs, my
taste still in your mouth
Your hair tangled
And when you're back
standing aginst the wall
half sleep, half mad,
Your eyes misty, afire
"more", you say, " more",
You whisper, "I want you now"
You say, falling in me
With your face against the pillow
Your hands tied, me pleasing you
WE graze in lust, making a picture
I remember tomorrow driving to town,
Or in a yellow cab, staring out.
Posted by Idinraha at May 6, 2005 01:51 PM