Sunday, April 26, 2009
Not Enough Time
Christ, hurry
She said
Time is something we do not have
Do you understand
The smooth swip sound
Of lingerie being
Thrown 'round
Me readying
Christ, hurry
She said
Time is something we do not have
Do you understand
Rolling into bed
Sliding toward her
Grabbing her by the head
As she lets out a delicious purr
Christ, hurry
She said
Time is something we do not have
Do you understand
Looking into her eyes
Pumping and thrusting
Wondering why
Time is a'wasting
Christ, that was fast
She said
Time to have a repast
We must have time for that
Labels:
poetry,
rememberances
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