Seneca Lite


My mind kept going back to you
And the things that we do
Driving in your car

The top down
The wind blowing through
My hair

Your fingers caressing my skin
Kisses on my lips
So soft and then hard

Searching and wanting more
Getting a room
Walking down the hall

Will we make it that far?
Oh sh*t
The key dont fit....

Clothes coming off
My wanting to let you in
Wanting to get there fast

Then take is slow
Our bodies becoming one
Hanging on tight

Enjoying the ride
With you beneath me...
On top of me...

Behind me...
Bells and Whistles
Going off in my head...

The dream is over
Its time to get

Out of bed

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Poem Edited: Friday, January 14, 2011

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