My eyes squinted, to adjust to the dark,
I was following him as he walked into the park.
He walks briskly and his long legs makes it hard
for my short legs to keep up,
I was bouncin along, really startin to truck.
Was he takin a walk, or was this a race?
He was walkin at a Hell Bent For Leather pace.
Ah Chit!, I'd have to lose my shoes, in order to run,
My boobs was beatin me to death,
tryin to catch that Son-of-a-Gun!
This was just another crazy stunt, I'd pull,
I have always been crazy and so full of bull!
All this runnin was makin me feel the breeze,
I was wearin nothin under my coat,
Thangs was bouncin pretty as you please.
I was huffin and puffin, tryin to catch up to that man,
I was gonna flash him, that was my plan!
I was such a bad little girl, just wantin to play,
I had been stalkin him for weeks, hopin he wasn't gay.
OOOO what a hunk,a hunk of burin love,
It was a night for romance, with stars twinklin above.
Oh goody!, he's found a bench and copped a squat,
I felt what I had under my coat, he'd like a lot.
Have Mercy, this Southern Belle was bout to be bold,
I mentally gave My Mama the bird,
so wasn't doin what I'd been told!
I jumped out before him , flashed and let him savor the view,
I was holdin my breath, wonderin what he'd do.
He smiled and said,
"I had to finally sit down so you could catch up!"
I've got hot coffee in a thermos, care for a cup?"
I snuggled by him and his big, warm hand patted my thigh,
Then he sampled my other hidden goodies, what a great guy!
I keep looking back in the park to see if somebody is chasing me.
No luck this time.
Oh well!!! I will go chasing my self for a change.
Georg
Reviewed by Michael LaSalle (Reader)
Reviewed on May 17, 2007
..Pattiann, this poem rocks! you create a scenery, an image to sheer perfection, this is absolute comedic eroticness, as well as zealously hot, stealing the moment! love this, love ys!
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Who knows, but with my luck some weirdo would
flash me. ;)
No luck this time.
Oh well!!! I will go chasing my self for a change.
Georg
Be safe,
Karen
I'll be there and I'll have some hot coco
with me....
I love this write and the music...
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn ("Little Twister"). :D