down by the river

side by side 

as the sounds 

of the muddy water slides

gracefully

outside the beat up pinto.

your thighs 

soft and supple,

chocolate truffle

is the flavor of your

lips~

soft and sweet.

moonbeams shimmer

off the surface of the brown 

midwest

and our hearts 

skip,skip,skip

like a rock 

tossed through havoc

across a surface

drenched

with the ripples

we cause in the fabric

that is our lust.

you kiss,

i nibble.

you moan

and whisper

"are we alone?"

yes my sweet

and the amazing feat

that must follow

is the sound of your sighs

mingled with groans

and backwards cries.

so as my tongue

traces your lower heaven,

you remind me

that it's way past eleven.

 you should have been home

in bed

with dreams of sticky orgasms

dancing through your head.

i smile~

krispy kreme on my face

and return

to the daring deed...

let me quicken the pace.

one,two,

mr. owl says,"hoo"

me?

no, you 

are the one 

with trembling legs...

and the water flows,

and the water knows.