- Erotic Poetry
- Portland Rain
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Transit hotel
PDX
lovely dinner
Tex-Mex,
After that
the parking lot
talk a little
what she bought,
Talk about
what we could do
“fly to Tokyo
with you?”
Or spend an hour
spend the night
do whatever
might seem right,
Light brown skin
dark black hair
the elevator
kiss her there,
Five foot two
about one-ten
then I kiss her
once again,
In the room
a casual stare
wondering
why she is there?
Let her dress
slip away
new underwear
bought that day,
She looks lovely
I confess
with / without
her new dress,
With / without
new underwear
which she tosses
on the chair,
A ballerina
strikes a pose
standing on
her tip toes,
Each aspect
of her nude
on which
my eyes are glued,
Thin body
narrow waist
small breasts
just my taste,
She inquires
of my desires
kick the tires
and light the fires,
Alarm clocks rings
at five a.m.
she’s still here
and I still can,
Achieve one more
faint erection
which I point
in her direction,
She cleans me up
with her tongue
asks if I
had some fun,
I catch the shuttle
to the plane
in that gentle
Portland rain,
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