Remembering when...

This is in reply to the challenge,"...write a poem about the weirdest place you ever had sex." All in good fun of course! When you read it, kind of think about the rap beat from the Fresh Prince of Belaire. They say a man works from sun to sun and that a woman's work is never done now this may be fact or this may be fiction but me I chose to take it to a new direction being long overdue for some personal attention so I locked all the doors and unplugged the phones scheming for a way to get you all alone reminiscing on the fun in the good ole days when we made love anywhere many ways On a bale of hay in the loft of a barn playing hide -n-seek until you won my charms Later in the back of grampas blue seville I learned to believe where theres a way theres a will Underneath the waterfalls at Fortney Mills-s-s just thinkin bout it baby is a givin me chills Then there was a time when you were more than able and we made sweet love on a billiard table so I remembered these things and the stage was set determined not to stop until objectives met and while the Beach Boys sing about Good Vibrations and Janet gets her groove on with the Rhythm Nation we shooked and we shimmied we tremored house quake took it to the limits like a shake and bake you wiggled I jiggled I bounced and you bucked this is the story of the ways we f.....and the facts are true no if buts or maybe's on a whirlpool washer we made our last baby...and me I reminisce about the good ole days when we made love anywhere many ways! Written March 7th, 2002 © on Mar 06 2002 10:15 PM PST   18 • 0 • 14