- Erotic Poetry
- Sixty Miles Per Hour
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Sights blurred past my window
Like kaleidoscope mirages.
Yet, each of them were vivid
Marking an unforgettable place; piquing me.
Red and purple wildflowers,
Horses, deer, cornstalks and cows.
Things I would have loved to savor
Had I only a bit more time.
Miles and hours later, I joined Him.
Smiling, and relieved, as he folded me into that familiar hug.
I wonder if He knew I would have driven one thousand miles more
To enjoy His needed reception.
Laughter sprinkled onto “nobody but you” talks, like seasoned flavor.
Secret comfort-zones, toying with feelings and photographs,
Things I would have loved to last longer
Had He only a bit more time.
Desire, at sixty miles per hour,
Leaves its mark, regardless to timing,
And, will call upon me in the coming nights
Perhaps, revealing why I submit, so readily.
Reality, at sixty miles per hour,
Leaves its wound, after the nap…
With controlled words, He sends me away, until the next time.
I will always wonder why He lets go, so easily.
MKM for JRM
July 4, 2008
Memories of a recent visit
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