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The hood was warm

Against my thigh

In the dim light of a

Wal-Mart parking-lot

So was your tongue

As you tasted forbidden juices

Licking inside my

Clean-shaven softness

Glistening in the moonlight

I moaned my wishes

And ached to be kissed

With your swollen, stiffness

The crunch of gravel

Underneath Reeboks

A pause

Your eyes mirrored the thrill

Racing along my spine

With a wicked grin

You plunged in deep

And buried to the wet juicy core of me

Riding my slick walls

Rough and hard

My cries of pleasure

Were carried on the wind

To ears in shadowy corners

The watcher moves on

And rekindles a love long neglected

All because you took me

With such wild reckless abandon

Between the stars and a Daytona