LAYS of Gold

funny time spent in a car

He stares out the window through the mystic fog

wondering how this could be

the cool night, the feeling right

it could and should happen finally

she boldly makes the first attempt, slowly but aggressively

without hesitation he also inputs his effort passionately

the blood flows to the fingertips which are at the edge of innocence

a forbidden union true, at the risk of penitence

anxiety builds, as they look into eachothers longing eyes

she licks her lips, he smiles as he slides his hand within the crinkled folds

a salty crispy taste, in fact its ''Lays" of gold