Southern Rainbysweet GA peaches©
I could feel the sweat running down my back,
as the sun scorched, my temperamental flesh.
It had to be 102, under the shade of a
run down shack,
me on my back, leaning against the hard wood
of a bench...
There he stood, before me 6 ', and lean
with tight jeans, that screamed,
of sweet release.
And I, with the eye for candy.
Oh, I was fanning myself.
to the lick of my cherry popsicle
so sweet and sugary,
driving my tongue to the edge
of every button in his fly,
he was sly,
and led me
to one insatiable grin.
He looked over,
with a wink..
and in a blink,
He drove off, like that southern sky,
that parted ways
with the sun...
Leaving me with his puddle of summer rain,
Wet, and Hot as Hell.