Remembrance

a remembrance stalled my dreary thoughts
I was touching your face with excitement
so deep I swapped my fingers with my tongue
you looked into my eyes, from you came a purr
I knew where we were going and how to get there
we were on the Interstate of love spontaneous
which gave way to a dirt road; your moans increased
I knew you would be thrilled with an old
Arkansas dirt road, though it didn't fit your persona
in your finery and silks and your wide bonnet
which fell into the dirt and mud as I kissed your lips
tasting of Key Lime Pie nearly stopping my heart
when the poetry of your mouth began speaking
in tongues, your breasts came to my hands as though
thrown there, that's how friendly they had become
I though of a nice and easy song, Sleep Walk came to mind
took us to another remembered place of savage love
your body molded into mine, your lips still
tasting of lime attacked my mouth with urgency
wanting more than I was giving to you, so . . .
into a darkened alley we went, seedy, yes I will admit
but the hustle and bustle of the Vieux Carré
covered my moans and her screams as we totally
gave way to our baser, animalistic, primal, instincts

May 29, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton