Till seeing him through stealthy looks,
I used to take my life from books.
A fairytale fit like a glove,
Was how I gauged the way of love.
But on the day I saw him where
He was a bouncer, dancing bear,
At that gay bar/ pool hall/ and club.
(I was a minor, was the rub)
I lusted for his rock & roll,
His heart I sought, my heart he stole.
Like Icarus, I felt the heat
Of melting wings each time we'd meet.
He was my biker on his hog,
To rev it through the highway's fog
And vibrate 'tween our thighs as one,
As he would take me for a run.
And when he wrapped me in his sin,
The smell of leather off his skin
Mixed with the pungent scent of sex.
My friends all said it's scandalous! http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/252310-scandalous/