- Erotic Poetry
- Buggy Lust
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Buggy Lust
Big Sur coast highway
curves ahead.
You,
sporting white shorts,
bikini top,
brimming pink above,
below and in between.
Full stop.
Hop in.
Veiled lust and
dune buggy dust,
we roar up the road
I finger the shift knob,
gaze at your thighs.
You admire the canyons,
the tall timber.
I crave your
hills and valleys,
a scenic overlook.
Hot dry heat
squeezes moisture
from seams,
trickles down the landscape
between knolls
into navel pool.
We rise up the ridge,
pause in the shade.
No relief from the boiling
building in my loins,
the scorching glow
your flesh exudes.
With finger press,
I test the pinkness
on your thighs.
“Best get you inside”
I suggest.
“And you”, she smiles and sighs.
- COMMENTS
DanaQtover 19 years agoHot little tickling, giggle from this read. The ending was fab!
Thanks for sharing!
Dana
normal jeanover 19 years agoI do not seee "she" as a mistake in this poem. Its very sexy, lotta fun, enjoyed :)
Syndra Lynnover 19 years agoThe rewrite makes soooo much more sense. The meaning of the final line didn't even hit my dirty mind before. This is brilliant, fun ride.
