Sunset time

Nature is the initiator 

Like attracts like 

Overlooking the desert, 

a young couple embrace each other

She’s wearing a pleated emerald dress 

Short, long sleeved

He holds her warmth 

& I’m jealous 

    watching him stroke her backside 

~Sunset time~

makes me horny 

Girls my age are getting married, 

fitting themselves for celebrations

For some reason I shutter from the same 

despite my desire

I'm not done living yet

 

Still, in the face of majesty 

I am not immune

I’ve memorized the texture of your hair follicles

jet black in the eyes you blaze 

Burn a hole in me

Throw a log in my fire 



Bailey's Nervous Kats, First Love (1962)


Overlooking the desert 
A young couple embrace each other 
She’s wearing a pleated emerald dress  
short but long sleeved 
He holds her warmth 
& I’m jealous
watching him stroke her   backside

Sunset time
makes me horny 	
instead of marveling at the sight ahead I see all the girls my age 
starting their lives 	
getting engaged     	
fitting themselves for marriage
celebrations of what I have yet to suppress	  	
night after night    i encourage you to push yourself into me 	
gripping the darkness of your hair follicles 	
in a silent way 	communicating 
I'm ready too you know
in your handsome vigor		 
throw a log in my fire
burn a yes through me 
a ne w hole
thick enough to birth that wish

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