Out Behind The Woodshed
Most people won’t ever know it,
Bout the story gone untold,
About out Behind the woodshed,
That day it was so damp and cold.
You came around the corner,
I knew that you would come to see,
I felt your hand upon my breast,
Your attention set on me.
Wasn’t sure of what you’d expect,
But I’d not run or turn away,
I’d give you what you wanted,
I was ready for some fun that day.
You never turned to kiss me,
But your touch was soft yet strong,
Those surprises out behind the woodshed
I never felt once that it was wrong,
Oh if others only knew,
How naughty we were that day,
Out behind the woodshed,
Where we touched in a precious way.
Another memory to add,
Another mark with my pen,
Another daydream to dream,
Another thought that won’t end.
Love & peace
William
I have lots of wood shed stories, but mostly entailed Deer draining. But my "Up at the Pines" are nice memories ;)
I am glad I never found out about a "behind the wood shed spanking" though :)
So Curiosity Questions My Cat....hummmmm did you all stay in touch? :)
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
;-)...Excellent poem!...ET
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Georg
Ted
And I love your sensuality on this Beautiful
Passion and love this view of your thoughts!!
Wow great memories from Behind The Woodshed
Stunning Write!!
Peace Love and Light...and hugesss too...Morning Star
be well and happy,
Kathy
Great write Rose
Ron
Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Wellnow, this is sure to evoke memories from other readers who hid behind the woodshed - LOL Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Fee