- Erotic Poetry
- Grace...in the deserts
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Grace...in the deserts
Grace ties my heart
as the White Tanks beckon
the night is pitch
we travel in silence
our hands grasp warmly
so soft & pretty
I see her there
as she watches me closely
her nails shine in the nite
my palm feels their need
grace whispers softly
the engine now silent
she is beautiful in her mirror
she can't stop looking
so soft and pretty
the deserts take Grace
her soft laugh from the pitch
moon light
unbuckled denim
pale columns
insistence from the pitch...
"are you my lover, Dale?"
...
her soft laugh again?
pale columns
a shadowed apex
so soft & pretty
we can't stop looking
"or, are you my boyfriend, Dale?"
her laughter again
soft & pretty
she whispers to her man
breath so sweet
columns, pale and warm
her pitch now mine
Grace, in the deserts
I can't stop looking
- russell-ville-man
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