Highway Rose: the broken thornbyMy Erotic Trail©
A moonless night reflected two dark hearts
words seeped between them, like Cupid's harp
driving across the desert with cactus smiles
getting to know each other, driving for miles.
A motel gleamed in distant, dim, neon lights.
She thought of a hot shower to end this night.
He offered to pay if she desired to go,
agreed was a weary and dusty, Highway Rose.
They parked the car and entered the room
kisses were exchanged while love bloom.
She went for the shower and he went for her
in the rain's closet, Highway Rose purred.
Embraced in each other and naked of deceit
each tasting the other where life is sweet.
They fell into the wall grasping their desires
holding each other and churning lust's fires.
She found love in the Death Valley day's end
when the door burst open; the police stormed in.
Rose reached for her pistol as sounds explode,
like a broken thorn she fell, Highway Rose.
Highway Rose: a Bud bloom (part one)
Highway Rose: a rose's thorn (part two)
Highway Rose: call of the wild (part three)
Highway Rose: the broken thorn (part four)