in my waiting time I think of you
pure beauty and longing
wistful understanding to desire
your western drawl remindeds me of summer
my passion stirred and I feel the pangs again
to go down south and meet you barefoot in the grass
my soul finds me there often
your blue eyes draw me in
with the melodic sound of your voice
so sweet like molasses concealing a vast intelligence
yes men like you don't flaunt your intellect
you take things nice and slow so I don't start
my need enflamed I am jumpy
you are a breeze on a sunny day kissing my skin just right
the winds waft with the smell of magnolias
we ride away in your pickup truck
off to the river for some fishing and loving
the sky stretches forever
and our dreams are endless
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Beautiful – your verse wants me to move from England to The States, to be with you, to ride, cowgirl hats on our heads, into the sunset! Harriet-Jacqui xx
can I watch? just kidding – sort of….
whip-crack-away, bareback rider – the more the merrier! Harriet-Jacqui xx
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Jim, that’s a naughty licker! xxx
NO – A nice one. 😉
hello lovely poetess thank you graciously for such a sexy comment ❤️
Makes me want to hop on the saddle. 😉
giggles thank you dearest Jim ❤️
Beautifully penned, Brenda. Excellent write with amazing imagery and wordplay my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
good morning dearest Damian thank you graciously for the love on this ❤️