black soft warm
and stiff cold white
and flecked little gold stars
the musty leather smell
in new old cars
dim hazy twilight
in a silent shadowed place
the scratchy feel
of indigo cheeks
against my face
a deep deep valley
below velvet-like lips
smouldering sparkles
in ebony eyes
cajoling whispers
sensations and shivers
from anxious quivers
in trembling fingers
a musky hot smell
of cologne and sweat
the smothering embrace
and tender caress
not knowing
what was next
not knowing yet
what fate I'd met
not knowing then
that in a similar place
at a later time
with a different face
it would happen again
with the aromas
of grease and oil
and back-breaking toil
fouled fingers in creamy paste
and a pungent acrid cloying taste
and then a similar yet different one
still out of the sun
hot and dark in a foul stench
on a hard and filthy bench
then led by a kindly hand
across a fertile land
under a dazzling sun
to a place full of fun
with earthy smells
of repasts long past
and as was the custom
a prize was won
last of all
in a blessed place
in a hallowed hall
where I was safe
but not at all
from this I ran
from the trusted face
of a holy man
never to return
to any new faces
never again
to any such places

Edited by Shyshark (02/05/16 08:59 AM)
Experience is a brutal teacher.