A silk dress adorned with
The scent of honeysuckle
In her hair..
The daydreams that are about
To become reality..
Those tight jeans that fit better
Than any other with a
Modest rip ..
Romance..
Those city lights beckon
Just the thought of it and
Breasts are as hard as that
Old oak tree..
He is on time as he said..
He slips up behind you in
Front of the old red barn..
You've wanted him for years..
Ever since high-school..
He never even really knew you..
But he would know you tonight..
The smell of the freshly cut hay
Is intoxicating..
You've waited to long..
You were his woman but
He never knew it..
Throughout the night the
Violent thrusting of bodies
In hay awoke to the sunlights
Rays piercing the broken boards
Of that old red barn.."
Yet the cool breeze on bodies of sweat
Could not cool this flame..