I don't remember?
Sounds and flashing lights.
The smell of campfires in the air.
The hint of bug spray to give it
That tear gas odor.
The beats of some electro swing
Drives the soul to dance.
Feel the moment as a warm embrace.
Feeling it like hands on a woman's Breast,
Soft orbs, hard nipples, sensuous desire.
Softly rubbing lips against them.
Tugging pulling.
Rising flesh, heated passion.
Taking you in.
Thrusting, bringing you into bliss.
Blacking out from exhaustion.
Then waking up later wondering what happen?
Then knowing, and it was good.
Oct 27/12
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