Sex Race
Curvaceous lust races
Rounding the bends
Up into the straits
Tunnels ahead
Take the low road
Or the one above
Back stretch or front leg
Make up your mind
But always check first
For any road blocks
Before your choice
Regardless of which
Enter with care
Gripping curves
Cautions beware
For lust is racing
Down these bends
And will not stop
Without a blown head
Unless you are protected
Easily forgotten in the heat
To get the hell out
If your fuel begins to leak
For the race goes on
Until tanks are empty
Every last drop drained
In this race of many
With crashes along the way
To reach tunnels ahead
After the night’s race is run
Into the starting gates of dawn
A new day breaks
Out the lead
A fresh course laid
Or at the least
Ready in relief
For my attempt
To joy-ride
These curves instead
~
DBrown Fisher
© June 1999