Musings by The Poet Loriet
Lady Godiva Takes A Sunday Drive
My fingers seep deeper
into my desire as I accelerate
down the dusty road.
My radio voices thoughts
I won't admit to
as my thighs quiver.
Slamming down the gas pedal,
I squeal around the curve
of sanity and scream out loud
at the silent stars.
I beg the night to take me
as its sacrificicial lamb,
but the moon just stares
unwavering and indifferent
at my creamy breasts
as I drive naked
through a spiral
of lies.
Lori Beal
into my desire as I accelerate
down the dusty road.
My radio voices thoughts
I won't admit to
as my thighs quiver.
Slamming down the gas pedal,
I squeal around the curve
of sanity and scream out loud
at the silent stars.
I beg the night to take me
as its sacrificicial lamb,
but the moon just stares
unwavering and indifferent
at my creamy breasts
as I drive naked
through a spiral
of lies.
Lori Beal
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Lady Godiva Takes A Sunday Drive
Lady Godiva Takes A Sunday Drive
