Highway Rose: a rose's thorn

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Part 2 of the 4 part series

Updated 08/29/2017
Created 09/21/2006
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Highway Rose: a rose's thorn (part two)

Heated passion simmer under an afternoon sun
long legs out a car door hustled in shear fun
on a desert road a whithered flower stood
Highway Rose now bent over this car's hood.

Grasping wind-blown hair with grit teeth
Bud's hunger grew, savoring a sexual feast
driving lust in the desert with sweaty palms
Highway Rose mumbling a fake orgasm song.

Bud backed away zipping up his zipper
"How was that?" Came a seductive whisper.
Rose fixed her skirt and stood up straight.
He smiled wide, saying, "That was great!"

She reached in her purse and pulled out a gun.
He reached for the sky slightly stiff and hung.
She ordered him, "Take off all your clothes."
His wallet now in the hands of a Highway Rose.

"She stole a man's possessions," she shivered.
The car sprayed gravel on the concrete river
a trail of smoke's wake, a man with bare toes,
another has met the thorns of Highway Rose.

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Highway Rose: a Bud bloom (part one)
Highway Rose: a rose's thorn (part two)
Highway Rose: call of the wild (part three)
Highway Rose: the broken thorn (part four)

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KOLKOREKOLKOREover 17 years ago
“A fake orgasm song”?

We ARE moving up (relatively speaking). It’s not so much a heavily clichéd poem as the previous one was. Rather, this one is improbable (even as a fantasy) and mean spirited. I mean, if her “orgasm song” was a fake, why did she bother? He gave her a lift and she repays him by stripping him from all his possessions - how romantic! This is not a bank (see “Bonnie and Clyde”), nor an abusive husband (see “Thelma and Louise”). Apparently, this is just the “Ying and Yang” of mean spiritedness.

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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The yin & yang of picking up

Hitch hikers;

She's so much fun

But with a gun

The naked fun turns chilly!