SEX RACE





Curvaceous lust races
Rounding the bends
Up into the straits
Tunnels ahead

Take the low road
Or the one above
Back stretch or front leg
Make up your mind

But always check first
For any road blocks
Before your choice

Regardless of which
Enter with care
Gripping curves
Cautions beware

For lust is racing
Down these bends
And will not stop
Without a blown head

Unless you are protected
Easily forgotten in the heat
To get the hell out
If your fuel begins to leak

For the race goes on
Until tanks are empty
Every last drop drained
In this race of many

With crashes along the way
To reach tunnels ahead
After the night's race is run
Into the starting gates of dawn

A new day breaks
Out the lead
A fresh course laid
Or at the least

Ready in relief
For my attempt
To joy-ride
These curves instead
~





DBrown Fisher
© June 1999

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