Sweet Virginia

Virginia, thy beautifully ample breast,

In the misty dawn beckons, my head to rest,

Deep breaths of thy heady fragrance I pant,

Aromatic highland intoxicant.

Between rounded highs’ subtle pleasures await, 

  Thy lush flowered valley entices my fate,

Demurely nestled and hidden from sight,

Virgin gem in pure cerulean light.

Heart ablaze, I mount thy contours inclined,

Pause discretely thy rounded lip to find,

Glide gently down to thy inviting ramp,

And launch slickly into thy silken damp.

Upon thy smoothness I thrust and ride,

Seeking whatever thy depths may hide,

Later, I near most sought after shore,

But gently ease back, and ride some more.

Finally whipped, with energy near spent,

Found the treasure upon which I was bent,

With a mighty heave, I knew I was done,

Took full advantage of Virginia’s fun,   

Extracted large ichthyoidal member,

Virginia, ever shall I remember

That exhausting but rewarding ride,

When I took thy best thou tried to hide.  

Fishing Lake Moomaw from a rowboat