- Erotic Poetry
- Southern Rain
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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.
- COMMENTS
DuPainabout 16 years agoYou are sinfully wicked … and wholly adorable in the doing!!!
William DuPain
DuPainabout 17 years agoJuicy, sweet, and succulent…Ahhh yes, I do love southern things.
William
Bill Dadaover 18 years ago...without some steam. It must of rained hard, its pretty damn steamy in here.
sackover 18 years agoMarlboro Man commercials? Very refreshing, like pink lemonade!! Great!
