Highway Rose: a Bud bloombyMy Erotic Trail©
Highway Rose: a Bud bloom
On the shores of an asphalt river
long legs in stalkings, spider webbed
black leather boots laced and alluring
halter top with her thumb in the wind.
A desert highway boils on the horizon
Her charming smile a camouflaged gun
brake lights come like a hot wind blows
for a hitch-hiker called, Highway Rose.
"Where to?" Asked Bud, with a wicked grin
the passenger door shut as Rose crawled in
"Take me to your pleasure den!" she smiled
the vehicle began to race, mile after mile.
In a fake leather slide she prowled closer
The engine pistons' stroked over and over
His legs opened wider to an inviting hand
as Highway Rose fondled her final plan.
Suggestions whispered a playful game
lust boiled in the front seat, unrestrained
Brake lights glowed to an off-beat road
clothes fell like pedals from 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)