The Seasons

by | May 1, 2003

Skin so tight, so fresh, so fine

Molded and shaped into form

Stomachs so shapely, chiseled with time

Placed at opposing ends

Ladies look on lads

As both look towards each other

Both look towards new worlds

New faces staring across

Torn by the past

And scared of what may come

Men and women seek pleasure

In places they’ve known.