We were captivated, lost in each other's eyes.
No other genuine emotions but, what laid between our thighs.
We used each other every night and day,
to get a quick fix and then we'd be on our way.
We made the best of every nightly minute,
giving her my best as she returned the favor.
So sweet and sensual from head to toe,
her erotic juices I continuously savored.
The nights were heated with erotic bliss,
on the beach, in hotel rooms, and even in the car.
My 1960 Chevrolet played a very big role,
bringing us to a romantic place beneath the stars.
Every second as soon as the clock struck eight,
I'd pick her up and make love to her under the moon.
This beautiful stranger that I called my Misty,
the one who taught me all about a thing called "Night Moves."
Honorable mention
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A terrific write, sir... Best of luck.
Well done and best to you in the contest
