HOLDING TIGHT
Flying to tree tops,
to bottom out.
Such is fleeting youth,
memories abounding.
Climbing out of myself
to recreate the scene.
Holding tight the reverie.
Who can stand to grow old?
Poets don’t have to…
First basketballs were discarded peach baskets
With their full bottoms in them
Soccer balls were used
Officials had this dubious job
Had to climb a ladder to remove the ball
After each basket
Figured a woman with a laundry basket
With a big hole in the bottom
Was the first one to think of tearing the bottom out of peach baskets
The enemy is shooting darts at me
So violently
Inclusive trying to cause me spiritual and bodily injury
Battling demons
I walk on, I need night vision goggles so that I can rock them
They are shooting all around me
Why because they be my enemy
Battling demons
I am mortal combat what the demons telepathy
I bottom out of this world
As battle fallen Angel s who have discord
Battling demons
Those fallen Angels who run amok and are reborn
So violently
Ghost I'm not tired on my trust all suited up
I am battling demons
3/25/14-9/29/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2014, 2020
“Orgasmic Bliss”
I lay you down on your back so that I may stare into your eyes
Slowly I begin to make love to you in a more sensual way
Kissing your lips, your neck, your breasts, and your ears
Hearing you moan as I make love to the most beautiful woman in the world
You start to move your hips thrusting them towards me
Trying to get my entire length in your welcoming vagina
I push forward trying to give you what you want as I bottom out
Our lips meet as our tongues become entangled driven with pure lust
I break our kiss just for a moment so that I can look into your hazel eyes
They open then close with each thrust forward into you
You are so beautiful I am unwilling to take my blue eyes off of yours
No longer having lustful sex rather making love passionately
You begin to thrust even harder into me and I can feel you getting close
Your tightness around my tool let’s me know you are getting close
I too can feel my balls tighten and my hips move faster to match your thrusts
Without warning we both explode in orgasmic bliss as you release your sweet honey
Life is like a four wheel drive
Mud and sand and things bogging you down
Kick it to low and take your time to strive
Than put it in over drive to go to town
Hills and rocks blocking your path way
Just take it slow Wont bottom out
Your looking for a better day
don't waste your time to shout
Just kick in four wheel drive
And keep up your chin
Thats when you feel alive
And you cant wait to take the rough road again
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