Friday, June 22, 2012

One hundred and eleven degrees

One hundred and eleven degrees
Is that the boiling point of passion?
Or just the tempering of eXXXcitement
As the mercury soars upward into clear skies
Cloudless
Feels good
The heat makes my skin tingle
Or
Is
That
Your
Tongue
Mmmmmm
Kissing
Licking
Sucking
Tugging
On my breast

One hundred and eleven degrees
The pooling sweat steams
Where my tongue meets you
Your gears are ready to shift
And I wet my fist for traction
LuscXXXious, is your taste in my mouth
Knowing that our playground is this corner
Escalades my pleasure to maXXXimum
One hundred and eleven degrees
It’s too damned hot
To stay inside
The street fill with men
And they can see
My nakedness in the windshield
The eXXXcitement makes them young again
As youth whispers
In waiting ears
Come here, baby
I
Want
to
take
you
on a
Super
Nova
Ride
© Navypoet 6/12

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