sweet southern cream

i still remember the choking
of the gravel dust
hot sticky summers
and the smell of musk
you left between my thighs

i remember how high
that pine must have been
i can still feel the needles
pricking my skin
and the thought of you
in levi's

it was the hot summer sun
that made us sway
off the beaten path
of gravel that day
and my shorts
cut and fringed
that had your attention
way back then

and we began
our journey

you found all the flowers
growing wild
and i teased you like candy
in front of a child

and you fell,
for a southern belle.

the next thing i knew
was your tongue on my flesh
a burning desire
we could both confess
your boots were all
you’d let me see
and the pricking of pine needles
into my knees
before i knew it
you were deep inside
and i was in
for one hell of a ride

i still remember the taste of your flesh
the ripe smell of sex in the air
you were my first i would later confess
and how you took me there

i can still here your smile

oh georgia,
your peaches grow deep and wild
i know you can still hear my screams
the day we took that gravel road
for your mama
who wanted some cream.