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Jackie

Jackie Doing 85 in a 35 Driving my daddy's El Camino The engine roars like a hungry lion A creature that would never be tamed The wheels throw dust behind me There is a brunette on the seat beside me Daisy dukes and a halter top Aphrodite has come to life Her legs wrap around my stick shift She takes it from first to fifth Ever gaining speed on this country back road Fence posts rush by in a blur I can hear no sounds except the wheels Tearing up the road as we fly over it So many accidents on this road So many people killed on “Dead Man's Curve” What makes me think I can make it? Is the chance worth the love of a girl? Would I ever get a night with her Or even a kiss? The speedometer hits 110 The stars are no longer points of light in a distance sky They begin whirling they are so beautiful She moves closer tome Her skin glistens in the light from the dashboard Beads of moisture looks like a million diamonds The song on the radio is pounding into my body Building ecstasy far beyond what any boy should feel Stopping would cause the feelings to wither and die The faster we go the erotic she feels Her every nerve controls her passion Burning deep within her ivory skin Bringing her to the edge of ****** The brakes lock The tires squeal as she screams in passion The motor dies with a bang The wheels stop in total quiet Then there is just silence The silence was broken by her voice She told me her name was Jackie Then the door opened as she disappeared Was she just in my mind? An image conjured from my loneliness? The motor died next to a tree A white cross stood before me Surrounded by dying flowers One word was on the cross It was faded because of the falling rain It was a name “Jackie” it said Then I knew that she was gone

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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