Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Chained Quatrain: Pashing...

As the cold winter night sends
a frigid breath it so amends,
Seeing myself being drawn towards,
magnetized by the opening ends.

The gear shifted in forwards;
I'm totally lost for words,
pulled by such gravitational force,
my tongue, waiting for rewards.

"Come on sweetie, be a wild horse;
saddle me and I'll gladly efforce".
Smothering thee with an endless pashing
only to satisfy lust in a full course.

Let it be a remembered something,
I'll wet thy lips so be relieving.
Keep this memory only for this night;
of thee in the coupe...kissing.

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