Laurel Ave

He just wants my sex

He just wants to touch my soft parts

without knowing if we connect

without knowing the meaning of the beating in our hearts

the men lost their head

walking like horny hungry zombies

without brain without awareness of the words they said

the only solace that comes to me

is the scene of the unity swirl

walking hand in hand on the street

making Laurel Avenue

more lovely

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

When we are young and hopeful. Passion can overtake us. I liked the story and the good ending. It is good to know the secret of the dance of emotions. A wonderful poem shared my friend.
Coyote