Sable ( Adult)
by Ken HarnischYes, love, wear the black again tonight
And sit beside me in the car
We may drive long into the dark
But I think we will not go that far
For sable has its way with you
And clings to sensual valleys so
And I, who lose resolve so fast
Know just the place my fingers go
So flesh, once cool, will slowly pink
And soft moans rise, as does the moon
And a temple seeking worshippers
Will open to the reverent soon
Til we are lost, though not gone far
In white hot fire, inside my car
07/20/2001
