First


Fond Memories,
Sleek curves bulging
In all the right places.
Gently slipping inside,
Enjoying the push,
Beyond the limit.
The suppleness of materialness,
Rubbing against skin, arousing
Instinctive manhood,
With uncontrollable passion.
Inseparable.

Timing right,
Enjoying togetherness,
Passing everything,
Just to let go.
The rust spots had begun,
Showing age.
Spigot stimulus stretched,
No firmness,
Only sluggishness.

It is over now, ended,
Exclusion forced extinction.
By a world of change, smaller, tighter
No more hot blood, fluids congealing;
Steeping through worn fittings.
I shant miss my '74 Plymouth Duster.

By David Semans

 

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