by Ian Navas

Created on: September 26, 2008

Sidewalk Pounding people
Walk the streets at night
Hustling and Bustling with
purpose in their steps.
Voluptuous city streets
caress them home, or
to work, or play. Down
the block, passion bursts
From a woman dressed in yellow.
Soft Peach lips, burn fire
in their eyes. Yearning
tentacles grasping hungrily
at buried urges, sending
overpowered dizzy spells,
freeing them from the barn
within their minds. How quick
the burning comes and goes,
like a warm day amidst a winter's night.

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