It was big and had me going.
Its curves were enormous and had me from the first moment I had set my eyes on it. If only I could get my hands on it. I knew I could take it for a ride and treat it like a road king. My hand lingered down the smooth side of its walls while my mouth salivated. The anxiousness of wanting to ride it was so titillating.
The truck shook as my date plumped his annoying ass down into the driver’s seat. He slowly put the key in the ignition and the sound was pleasantly unbearable. The roar of the engine was loud. I observed the interior as he backed out of the confined area. The radio thumped and the speakers vibrated underneath my ass. The vibration sent a sensation of satisfaction up my spine. It was the best part of the date.
-Whitney J.
Hey, I did a peer response on this poem, so if you want to check it out, you can do that on my page. One of the things I really liked about it was that it's free verse where nobody else has really attempted a free verse. I also liked the imagery, but I have the full thing over at my place.
ReplyDeleteCheck you around.