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Bayou Night Musing
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Bayou Night Musing |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana 
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It is nighttime on the bayou, The shroud closes around my world, A opaque fog is moving in, Extinguishing lights as it curls. A gator hisses in the dark, A soft splash and then it is gone, One would think they would make more noise, After all they're muscle and brawn. As always when I'm by myself, Here in the night I think of you. My Goddess and her little friend, A glowing sentinel to view. My Goddess doth have other charms, The twin sisters flash in my thoughts, I feel this beauty is here now, My throat aches with joy, I feel taunt. I relive the moment special, That night when our love was consumed. A shining temple on the bed, And we played out our special tune. I knelt before my beauty fair, I was rigid, could barely breathe, The prize I serviced as I should, Beside her body I did seethe. She instilled in me a great pride, As the twin sisters I did love, We gave our all to satisfy, And she made sounds much like a dove. She is my beauty, she is mine, The joy of us through the night burns, Oh Goddess, you're all that I need, You're heat is hot, for you I yearn. ©July 28, 2013 / Jerry Pat Bolton |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
whoa sizzle!!! Good thing you two have a computer between you. I'm surprised your keyboard hasn't caught on fire yet! whew! Lori  |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Heh.Heh Thanks for that fiery comment, Lori. ~*~ Getting up is the second hardest thing in the morning ~*~ |
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