Eyes on the Caution seats

You could paint the visions with the passion.
From the moments she came through
That coffee shop door.
Ripping through each others clothing
Violently making a new memory.
I had only been with her once before and
Had to make such an impression.
When she passed the threshold there was
No need for conversation.
No need for chit chat.
We did not care what each other had been up to.
Eighteen times in one day
A world record?
I couldn’t keep my hands off of her.
Such hopelessness
Such prowess and
In the end. She was more of an idea.
More of a definition and somehow
I let her take my hand
Dive into the depths of everything
I thought a young girl could be.
She held the essence of passion
And relief.
I felt like a man at the most opportune times.
Sexual flights of fancy
At all times
In every moment.
In situations that didn’t call for it.
Its all apart of being young
With a young girl
No inhibitions.
It’s all new to her.
And she shows it with her affection.
It’s all she knows how to do.
Building it up.

Its not focus.
She doesn’t feel reused
It’s not my fault I got sucked in so badly
I don’t feel so foolish.
Because I have lived.
To the extent.
I have fucked enough during these
Last 5 months to last a lifetime
But somehow I wanted more
Just after the age grew older.
I am asked to hide my
Only viewpoint of deliberately
Wasting my life.
But I felt needed.
Important, loved, sexy,
Powerful, needed.
It’s that blind lustful
Fear that feels so new.
The days were too short
The nights didn’t last long enough.
I didn’t want a housewife or
A child raiser.
I crept on my hands holding a glass
Of rum at all times.
With her. I stayed in my bedroom
For an eternity.
It never got old.
Shower and sex
With the occasional eating.
Peeking into something I knew
Will never last.
How could it?
Every night was the big night out.
With a flood that huge
How could anyone recover?


When we met she wore a little outfit.
Huge hair and dark eye makeup.

When she left. She looked the same.