I reach over to touch you.
I kiss you.
You hold me against you.
The sound you make.
You run your hands over me.
The feeling is intense.
I knock down the radio.
The music stops.
We don't care.
You tell me you want me.
We move to the back.
Clothes off.
The feel of you in my mouth.
The taste.
You pull me closer.
My legs around you.
You lay me down.
You take off your shirt.
You kiss me.
Your skin against mine.
Sweaty and soft.
Cries of pleasure.
Practically screaming.
A feeling only you can give me.
We sit up.
You can't catch your breath.
We rest, half naked.
Window down.
The sound of the rain falling.
The thunder startles me.
I hold your hand.
We watch the lightning.
My head on my hand on your shoulder.
I look to see if you're okay.
Calm now.
Clothes on.
We sit and listen.
I can't help smiling.
I've never been so happy.
Everything's perfect in your Camaro.
Well expressed passion, no doubt. The format of the poem however is (to me) totally unacceptable. H
such passion well narrated and happened in Camaro...words pictured it well...
well. i didnt expect it.. but i was quite pleased.. nice
hey i see you ve changed the frame...i know i commented before...just read it again....now this poem has turned from a nice passionate poem to a great passionate one...liked it very much..... and felt it too....coooll... with lots of love to you, your prince charming and his camaro.. shan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well my ex camee in a small lady vagon tho but we didnt do anything..you know the tension was there but not the chemistry..lol..nice one