Leaving the city behind, I drive to my weekend place.
Orange groves line the road.
Flooring the gas my 1965 mustang flies.
Peaking at 135 mph the top down i feel the universe rush by.
Keeping my eyes on the road i turn up the radio and the music fills the air.
Myopically i race towards paradise with my new lover.
Sunset glows with all its splendor blazing orange,yellow and red.
Beautiful Gwenevere awaits her Lancelot.
Willowy thighs await caressing, green eyes for starring into.
Consummating our new found existence.
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A contest entry
- I start it for you :) by peridotPixi.
440 points, ended June 19, 2008, 22 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Wow i really like the thoughts you have put into this wonderful poem, i love the trip to heaven with the beautiful sceanrey you descibe so deep in this poem, can i be your gwenevere, lol that was just a joke, good luck in the contest and always keep up the wonderful writing, ~Amy
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i doubt i need to tell you what i think of this...wonderful! reads fast like the images...love gwenevere..this is a refreshing invigorating read. love it friend.
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