Dynamo
muscles
rippling waves under
her taught skin.
Cutoff jean shorts
molded
permanent peach and
camel toe.
Smooth
blemish-free legs.
I've chased her
around the park.
She flew ahead
as I wheezed
my smokers cackle.
Her laughter bounced
with her bounding footsteps
trampling through the
warm velvet night
scattering
fallen leaves.
I caught her
by the fountain.
I tried to tell her
these wonderful feelings that
there are no words for
as the jets of water
ejaculate skyward
lamp-lit
like blue lava.
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