Midnight Siloette
I like this feeling.
It's like a motor going
at one hundred twenty
miles per hour.
Stopping for gas every
fifty miles or so.
The wind blowing through
your hair.
On such a beautiful night.
The thunder roaring,
as though a lion after
it's prey.
Teeth clench, lips explore.
As we continued to make
love in a storm.
Copyright © Jessica D'Agostino | Year Posted 2010
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