Making Love to a Street

A special sense of sensuality,

A feeling nothing else really gives

An appreciation

Of something no one else notices.

The amorous curves

Rise and fall,

Sway this way- that.

All breeding an intense admiration,

Akin to an adoration.

The tingling sensation starting in the soles of my feet

The tentativeness of a virgin

Reaching a hand towards the darkness.

Careful-

Not too fast,

Don’t be too gentle…

But for heaven’s sake, be gentle!

At last reaching down to brush my fingertips

against the seemingly smooth surface,

like touching a black widow;

a wrong move or unwatchful eye

could be the death of me.

 

After the first few loves, you begin to have standards.

No longer will anything do,

Only some will start that tingle in your feet,

While others cause a rough ache and a flinch.

Driving along, when I see one I wish I had,

My hands grip the wheel a little hard,

Gritted teeth and a long exhale.

That vibration that fills my car,

But always starts at my feet.

 

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