Poetry Friday -- Dream

DREAMA longsofthaired girl, and I was lying with her on the cushions,and kissing her.We became somewhat frenzied,hands sliding over each other's back like windshield wipers,clutching for our lives at each other's shoulders.I felt an itch in the root of my groin,the blood flooding in in a torrent,I knew that I wasn't going to stop.The room reeled. I began to take off her clothesas we rolled on