Once when I was on holiday long ago
On a beautiful little Mediterranean island
I went to an open air cinema
With a girl I met in a pick-up bar.
I can't recall her name now, who cares,
But I remember she had a slight moustache,
And I'll never forget what she did
With a twelve inch vibrating dildo.
Casual sex with a stranger in the dark
In the glow of the flickering screen;
Oh how the memories come flooding back
Just like an endless wet, wet dream.
Author notes
Time, Memories, Dreams, Casual Sex. Ah how lovely they all are.
A contest entry
- Free Verse, No Line Limits, Subject - TIME... by Cupcrazy.
1000 points, ended January 15, 2008, 19 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Would you not say this is a f*cking corker?
Comments
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WOW, that was inticing and it sounds like the memories will never fade.
A wonderfull write and I wish you all the best in the contest.
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Gosh, you said "WOW" again. I can think of nothing else to say except WOW.
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Ah yes the traveling through time to the moments of sheer passion.
Hugs, Bunny
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