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There I was in the middle
Of nowhere,
Stuck in time,
62 years old,
Feeling like a
Teenager again.
Her face whispered
A promise well beyond
My plate of steak and fries.
Her soft and sensual body
Awoke in me urges long lost.

Her skirt barely
Covered her soul.
Her soul barely
Covered her heart.
Lifting my gin and tonic
That barely dribbled in my mouth,
She brushed against me
Her gentle hand
Grabbing at my belt.
Her hot breath
Sizzling my well worn face.
She smiled as she reached
Into her purse and
Pulled out a cigar
And lit it
And blew harsh smoke
Into my hopeful face.

I was in
The middle of nowhere.
And, there,
For her.
I will return.


And again.

Ronald Peter Ciras

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The following comments are for "She's a mystery"
by moroccanron

Good erotic poetry
is not so easy to write, Ron. It took you sixty-two years, after all. The important thing is that you're able to pull it off (so to speak) now.

( Posted by: Poeteye [Member] On: March 7, 2013 )

I loved the atmosphere of this song - wonderful poetic snapshots - so well writen!Thank you!

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: April 6, 2013 )

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