(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

'If' You Picked Up The Beat

Remember when we first met?
And we couldn't wait,
To touch our nakedness next?
The thrill of those sessions...
I confess I miss!
But after the hunt,
And we captured each other...
We allowed our bliss,
To turn into sssshhhhhady kisses...
Pecked to flea!
We spend no time together.
We can't wait from each other to leave.
Sssshhhhhady maybe we've become!
Because we haven't kept up together...
Our long lasting fun!

Remember how we use to stroll,
Hand in hand as if hypnotized?
Remember when we walked into that tree...
That day our eyes we could not leave.
Do you remember saying forever,
Together we would be?
And I remember us making love...
As if we were rabbits in heat!
Where is the spark that ignited,
My arched back?
Where has the thunder gone...
Between your thighs you packed?

Sssshhhhhady kisses...
Pecked to flea!
We spend no time together.
We can't wait from each other to leave.
Sssshhhhhady maybe,
We've become!
Because we haven't kept,
That togetherness...
We've done!

Remember when we first met?
And we couldn't wait,
To touch our nakedness next?
The thrill of those sessions...
I confess I miss!
But after the hunt,
And we captured each other...
We allowed our bliss,
To turn into...

'Sssshhhhh...
I am tired of hearing that same tune sung!
'If' you picked up the beat,
Under the sheets!
Perhaps we can have that heated fun! '

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Comments (1)

how soon some of usl forget... what keeps the fire burning, when we run out of romantic matches. my wife constantly reminds me, as eye remind her.