Erotic Poetry
"Perfection in an Evening Car" an erotic poem by Christie Lee
Alive in this evening car
I rose to his trembling.
I trusted the perfection he made me feel
and unraveled myself for him.
He broke into me gently, nervously
caring how he embraced me.
Rain tap danced against the windows -
We could not be seen.
Every sigh absorbed into the next
elevating the tender caresses.
White skin lifting above leather,
in between windows reflecting inward.
I watched our bodies and I saw
love being made for the first time.
I couldn't feel the moment ending
and I don't remember when it began.
Originally Published March 2007: Getting Lucky