Ploughed River City: 7 of 8

Swinging my cerebral cortex,
Back and forth, through ravishing dirt
I sneaked into differing cities
Not for new beginnings or fresh starts
Which many lie themselves into achieving
For I, it was all, for a sole purpose of,
Appreciating beauty, enticing those cities
In those cities, I was no lost stranger
Already, I belonged
Quick information, I obtained,
Before arriving into a chosen city
Back flashing through,
I once slept through a flight
No nearby stranger, was disturbed
Fate ploughed, a shitty fuck out of I
Many sexual encounters I witnessed
They were all not mine
I urgently needed information,
About that city
An exhausted middle-aged man,
Trying to take a piss, was very helpful
He was a shy kind
Never had he taken a piss,
In presence of another human
Tremendous low self-esteem, he owned
He told I of a beautiful entertainment center,
On the outskirts of the city
Where I could find it all, and a place
To lay my exhausted lower appendage
I smiled and tapped his butt,
Appreciating its tightness,
And relieved his urinary bladder
A chase I was on
Harshly ravishing across,
In River City

Grabbed from HeteroSexual Chaos: A Decided Entrapment. Available in Electronic and Audio Formats. All Rights Reserved.

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