Cruising Down Val Vista

Orange Blossoms

The orange blossoms
Are permeating the air
On Val Vista Drive
The radio is blasting
In my Daddy’s Cadillac
One hand on my thigh
And a hand down my sweater
Sister golden hair bites down
On a quivering lip
Anticipating the night
With a sexy hot lover
In painted on jeans
With the rips in right places
Tantalizing me to death
Sending electric light
Pulsing through my veins
With his strange magic

©Kay Salady


About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on October 10, 2014, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Beautiful poem


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