Sex Drive
(The Girl at the End of the M1)
Once, the M1 led
to a Perfumed Garden
of Sensual Delight
that was your bed.
The breathless drive to be by your side,
all risks ignored,
in my eagerness to arrive…
You’d greet me
with a passionate, lip-locked celebration,
a mouth-to-mouth resuscitation,
that was the prelude
to the energetic,
hip-locked consummation
of our love.
Excited by your youthful heat,
mesmerized
by your large brown eyes,
enraptured by your sighs,
and your eager thighs,
I would end the day exhausted,
but complete.
Those times are now long gone—
though memories linger on—
and, as each of us remembers,
it begins to stir the embers
of our burnt-out youth.