Wednesday, April 4, 2012
TNH: WITH A CERTAIN BLOGGER IN TOW...
click on my kind of pumping, the pic above, for #3 in the series.
...WE, YOU AND ME, ARE BEHIND THE WHEEL, CLICK HERE, RIGHT HERE
my little babe, the youth spills out like the fountain i desperately sought,
you teach me so much with your innocent gaze,
seeing you blossom into the woman you are, ripe,
i dare not think,
each one of my cynical lessons are torn down with a nod of your head.
we ride away on your dad's beat-up old rented scooter, we're a humorous duo
sauntering our way down the open country road, winding, holding on to each other
hunched and crunched together, we depend on each other, little ball treading
down the path,
making a country pastor lick his lips.
i trust you, i trust you to make the right decisions for us,
you guide me on how to touch you,
i thought i knew everything, i read all the books
and processed the world's knowledge with a single keystroke,
but as i clasp my fingers together and hold onto your torso for support in the back seat,
you gingerly move up my hands to touch your tits,
and all the learned knowledge of the world's sages flushes away
as my cheeks flush with an unknown quantity,
this is a feeling that trumps the brain and mind's eye,
it is a desire for connectedness which sends us flying down the road
into a passionate whereabout, a town ready for our open displays of sex,
but not ready for our brand of love.
my small lady, you teach me so much,
if it lands on 69, the wheel is playing a trick,
the wheel's too square to determine our fate,
it hasn't been invented yet by a caveman not yet born to the love we share
in the past, love culled from the ancient past.
if we enter this caffe, who's to say the coffee won't spill?...
your love for me spills out all over the counter, that's when i know
this is destiny.
CLICK HERE FOR THE NAUGHTY HANGOUT