Sonnet - The Night You Forgot
My motel door creaked when you opened it
like that ancient gate at the central park,
and inside you drowned me with your raunchy scent,
rushing through as perfume at outdoor dark,
embracing me with winds—strong and mighty–
and sweeping me to the beckons of lust,
thereupon we were in our arms entwined
under the playful caress of prodding gusts,
but we, so lost in our wine and smoke
are trapped in the passions of our thrusts,
and like twin fountains from heaven forged
our passions gushed from unmistakable trust;
But nary a glimpse was paid for the debt,
when you left the quiet park to forget.
–> An old poem, dated On Feb 22 5:17 AM 2005. First attempt at Erotic poetry. Don’t know if I succeeded.
Just being nostalgic and remembered my old site.
