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About This Poem
Hood of my Car
On the hood of my car
Shadows tip toe in secret
As the captive audience
Sultry sweat beads
Choke a slender neck
And passion gropes
At anticipation
The dent of the hood
Snickers at it's birth
Hot skin slides along
The silver paint that
Glistens with wetness
Darkness curtains your
Face but desire lights
Your eyes and burns
An image in my head
That has me spellbound
On the hood of my car
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