Dangerous deeds camps at night in the mountains
with each thought a flickering flame
Those that dare to play the game a burning soul
a crisp desire broken fingers in a glove
hand in hand driving the freeway of love
I kept the windows down this binz in sport
her was short but it was blowing around
her jeans jaded holes around her knees
it was a sprinkle a mist
driving into a fog for a kiss at dawn
with the music on I slowed
lost in a circle that purple ink on her left breast
glowed
I drove across a lawn
my lights were not on
her purple lips
her swirling hips
her door popped open
I am still hoping
for that kiss at dawn
So I am still driving on the freeway of love.
Categories:
binz, adventure,
Form: Free verse