Youth Poem by Alexander Thomas

With a shot from a gun, the bang of a drum, now the time to run,
Winds fiercely tear, fingers through our hair, we without a care,
My heart was racing, in time chasing, but you still pacing,
No relent from these gusts, my mind moving in thrusts, my heart lusts.

With your heart go, follow the flow, but you so slow,
In spirit move, get into the groove, look at you so smooth,
Up with a curl, away with a twirl, around with a swirl,
Take a strong grip, grab the hip, caution a slip.

Now we find bliss in a slow kiss,
To impress a gentle caress,
Now take a breath,
We beat death.