~ * ~ A CAJUN CATFISH SATURDAY NIGHT ~ * ~

The catfish smelled scrumpdillyicious in the Bayou air,
Couples dancing the two-step real close everywhere.
Their hips swaying to a rocking Louisiana beat,
Groovin to the music, and eating alligator meat.

The temperature rose and it felt like it was 110.
Beads of sweat rolled down brows of fine looking men.
Seems all were paired up with some cute young girl,
Until this Bayou lover boy asked me for a twirl.

He took my hand and led down by the river’s shore,
Already my blood was pumping, my heart starting to soar.
His walk, his smile, how he fit his jeans, I noticed all of that,
But the thing that I noticed most of all was his cowboy hat!

Man I felt him dig in his hips and do a Cajun grind,
This two-steppin, sexy Bayou man was feeling mighty fine!
From the look on the blonde watching us from over there,
I figured he must be hitched, but I didn't give a care.

'Teach me your Bayou rhythm', I said, fluttering eyes of blue.
I'd have him wrapped around my finger before I was through.
He put a hand on my butt, and locked the other in my hand,
And he nuzzled really close to me, Lord...I could hardly stand!

We did the bump and grind to that rocking Cajun tune,
At a Louisiana Catfish Festival, underneath a silver moon.
My heart started to race, my pulse quickened some...
I was not on my home turf; I might as well have some fun!

My hips swayed over, caught him in an erogenous spot,
I was here with someone else, but I wouldn’t get caught!
His breath was sweet and warm as it rested on my neck,
So I moved my lips to his and gave him a gentle little peck.

He looked as if this was his cue that he could fondle me,
So inside my blouse he went, to feel what he could see.
His hand was rough and yet so arousing to the touch,
Go ahead, my Bayou 2-step man, it won't take very much.

Out of nowhere appeared the guy who brought me here,
With his warm smile, he asked, "would I like a beer?"
'Having fun I see', he said, He** yeah, I wanted to say...
But I said, "Why, are you ready for us to be on our way?"

'So, I see you like to dance, may I give it a try?'
How could I refuse those big, dark, gray, haunting eyes?
He must have been watching us put on that little show,
As he twirled me once, and said, 'Come on baby, let's go!'

What happened next at the Cajun Fest, was a total surprise,
He held me close, moved real close, and stared into my eyes,
The rest I have to simply leave to your imagination now,
But we went home, and all I can say is, 'Wow!'

Must have been something in the catfish or the alligator,
We made love twice and then twice again later.
I love Louisiana, Cajun music, and the sweltering erotic heat,
That’s the place for making love; maybe it’s the gator meat?