Rollercoaster Ride

found a journal i maintained a long while ago. found this vial of verse among fond memories. in the days where dreams reigned supreme, wrote this when i was fourteen.

Rollercoaster Ride

I sat here and she lied there
on the bed, her open hair
I rose up and she watched me
I came near her (have mercy!)
She didn't move away
instead, began to sway
and tremble with my touch
with a magnitude as such
that she couldn't resist but kiss,
and kiss indeed.. intense
I am grateful, thank you Miss
She said, "Don't be that Dense!"
For tonight we give in.
We give in to our lust.
rejoice, in this deadly sin.
after all, we are one, our bodies dust.

All the Passion, the fury
of the night, the night is still young.
don't stop, let love be the jury.
Miss, "a hunter is your tongue"
and i proceed, taken your advice
down your breasts, your navel
absorb this paradise
where'd love dwell.

Your skin.. soft
your breasts, aloft.
you twinge here and there
our shadows on the walls
and our hands everywhere

estranged ways, our bodies entangle
beyond the bed,
your legs dangle,
and the insync of our bodies
tonight's enchanted

and you kicked me there itself.
"Good morning!"
back to earth I landed.