- Erotic Poetry
- Memphis 212 Miles
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Click hereCounting hours with you in this car,
watching your profile glide over time and miles
and See Rock City and the Bucksnort exit that always makes you smile--
I wish I played a steel guitar.
I’d write a country anthem
about a woman with a name like yours
and tip my hat down over my eyes
and sing you home.
The kind of song you can sing along to
when you’re drinking a beer with sawdust in your hair,
that makes you lay a wistful look across the table at your honey,
and she gives you a blow job in your Camaro ‘cause it’s your anniversary.
And they would know I sang about you
and I’d tell the juke box world
that love is twisty as a country road-- in wild horse saloons--
but it is straight as the crow flies in reality.
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1st line from Worm Moon by SeattleRain.
Last line from Crow Moon by Tathagata
- COMMENTS
LeBrozover 16 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 36,500 poems.
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turtledoveover 19 years agoI found this to be sexy-yet very romantic. If a man wrote a poem about me--I would make love to him all night long to show my appreciation. Well done, Darlin'
JenniferMidnightover 19 years agoohhhhh Mutt as a country singer...get out the spurs and cock that pistol...BABY!
WickedEveover 19 years agoreading your poetry. It's so real. This is a great line: watching your profile glide over time and miles
