Intoxyc8me's blog: "Highway Rose"

Highway Rose: the broken thorn by LateNiteFantasy© A moonless night reflected two dark hearts words seeped between them, like Cupid's harp driving across the desert with cactus smiles getting to know each other, driving for miles. A motel gleamed in distant, dim, neon lights. She thought of a hot shower to end this night. He offered to pay if she desired to go, agreed was a weary and dusty, Highway Rose. They parked the car and entered the room kisses were exchanged while love bloom. She went for the shower and he went for her in the rain's closet, Highway Rose purred. Embraced in each other and naked of deceit each tasting the other where life is sweet. They fell into the wall grasping their desires holding each other and churning lust's fires. She found love in the Death Valley day's end when the door burst open; the police stormed in. Rose reached for her pistol as sounds explode, like a broken thorn she fell, Highway Rose. (the end) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highway Rose: a Bud bloom (part one) Highway Rose: a rose's thorn (part two) Highway Rose: call of the wild (part three) Highway Rose: the broken thorn (part four)

Highway Rose: call of the wild by LateNiteFantasy© Highway Rose: call of the wild (part three) Under a moon's glow a wolf's distant howl. Highway Rose counts the money and growls as flames flickered from an off-road fire a long stem poised, setting her sites higher. She slumbered across cold imitation leather. A cool wind blew and Rose woke in a shiver dreamed of a life on a sun and straw beach rolling up windows, she turned on the heat. Under the stars the car sped down the road as Highway Rose pondered another days spoils. Head lights beamed across jeans and a smile she stopped and looked back at his sexy style. She knew better than to pick up a ride but her longing for a big score was her drive. The rules of the game; to never play with fire it appeared he could satisfy a woman's desires. He came running up in a breathless huff. "Where to?" she asked in a heated gust. He hopped in, smiled, the car door closed. putting the pedal to the metal, Highway Rose. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highway Rose: a Bud bloom (part one) Highway Rose: a rose's thorn (part two) Highway Rose: call of the wild (part three) Highway Rose: the broken thorn (part four)

Highway Rose: a Rose's thorn by LateNiteFantasyil© Highway Rose: a rose's thorn (part two) Heated passion simmer under an afternoon sun long legs out a car door hustled in shear fun on a desert road a whithered flower stood Highway Rose now bent over this car's hood. Grasping wind-blown hair with grit teeth Bud's hunger grew, savoring a sexual feast driving lust in the desert with sweaty palms Highway Rose mumbling a fake orgasm song. Bud backed away zipping up his zipper "How was that?" Came a seductive whisper. Rose fixed her skirt and stood up straight. He smiled wide, saying, "That was great!" She reached in her purse and pulled out a gun. He reached for the sky slightly stiff and hung. She ordered him, "Take off all your clothes." His wallet now in the hands of a Highway Rose. "She stole a man's possessions," she shivered. The car sprayed gravel on the concrete river a trail of smoke's wake, a man with bare toes, another has met the thorns of Highway Rose. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highway Rose: a Bud bloom (part one) Highway Rose: a rose's thorn (part two) Highway Rose: call of the wild (part three) Highway Rose: the broken thorn (part four)

Highway Rose: a Bud bloom by LateNiteFantasy© Highway Rose: a Bud bloom (part one) On the shores of an asphalt river long legs in stalkings, spider webbed black leather boots laced and alluring halter top with her thumb in the wind. A desert highway boils on the horizon Her charming smile a camouflaged gun brake lights come like a hot wind blows for a hitch-hiker called, Highway Rose. "Where to?" Asked Bud, with a wicked grin the passenger door shut as Rose crawled in "Take me to your pleasure den!" she smiled the vehicle began to race, mile after mile. In a fake leather slide she prowled closer The engine pistons' stroked over and over His legs opened wider to an inviting hand as Highway Rose fondled her final plan. Suggestions whispered a playful game lust boiled in the front seat, unrestrained Brake lights glowed to an off-beat road clothes fell like pedals from Highway Rose. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highway Rose: a Bud bloom (part one) Highway Rose: a Rose's thorn (part two) Highway Rose: call of the wild (part three) Highway Rose: the broken thorn (part four)