Sex In Tucson

Hmmm....

Looking from the veranda I saw a million twinkling lights

700,000 people where chasing sex

70,000 people were having sex

7,000 people were making love

700 people were satisfied

70 people were happy

7 people died

 

Here I am thinking about sex in Tucson

As the ambulance blares it's sad siren song

Where is that wife of mine

Tonight, the number 70 is my lucky number

Author's Note

Here at the same resort I was when I first wrote this piece...its beautiful.

Reviews

[Onlyme]

Oh, my Crowley this is quite a poem, to say the least. Made me smile, ponder and even chuckle and feel sad. Now that is something. Talk about mood swings..

[Crowley]

I guess it did it’s job!!! Thanks dee!!!

[barleygirl]

Much whimsy was swept up into this little pile of silly stardust. Shall I presume you are bragging about how nicely your evenings have been going? *wink! wink!* (JEALOUS!) Happy writer is surely a delighter! I honestly never think about what other people are doing in their bedrooms. Especially when looking out over the lights of some bright array of possibilities! I’m glad to find out how you evaluate people! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Crowley]

Haaa....I am picturing you in a tube top and hot pants right now!!!