Ilicit Knowledge

A Poem by screamin'ian

Ode to the Rochester Quadrajet

First woman ever
Offered I submit
In an erotic
Manner

I say woman
Twelve already
Fucked
Literally and figuratively

Willingly
I lay still hands
To each side
Firm, yielding

She hovered
Inches over me her
Hot breath
Smacked my cheeks
Flush

Pinky-sized pecker hard enough
To pound into
Hardwood.

Peak torque is achieved
At two-thirds maximum
Engine speed
Let your lead foot rise a hair
you'll see...

all
Interstate is interchangeable
Indistinct
passing miles
Names
Faces

As it turns out
The lost horizon
Is metaphysical
As it turns out

Yesterdays gone
Tomorrows fantasy
Here and now eternal

Breathe

Love
Don't let me
lose
My delusion