"THE STORM WITHIN"                                   

I lay...anxiously awaiting midnight,
it brings with it a craving, my lover,
to be forever seducing me.
Outside, a storm rages through the night-
as I fall prey once more to a forbidden passion.

I hear the rain through the open window,
you stand again at the foot of my bed--
a sudden flash of lightning makes visible
your naked frame as I tempt you to my side
for another night's conquest.

My eyes too eager, ravenous, in their search
for a rigidity that will set my mind reeling
and leave my hand quivering in it's urgency
to fondle.....to stroke.
All ready I feel your hardness without a single touch
and moistness inside me seeps forth in anticipation.

The harnessed desire within me unleashes itself
as your rhythmic penetration makes spreading lips
flow uncontrollably within the deepest regions,
and upon the slightest touch of your tongue
seeking out now hardened nipples--
Orgasmic release stops my breath.
A deafening clap sounds as the storm breaks overhead,
drowning out a cry of gentle ecstasy.............Climax.

I've never heard such sweet thunder.

"That’s Some Jean…er, Gene Pool!”       

Look at how those blue jeans cling
When his buttock’s in full swing,
Showing every nook and cranny,
On a sweet, seductive fanny.

Fits like skin, so nice and tight,
Has a rear that’s out of sight!
Watch it as it gently sways,
Come to momma, come my way!

Reaching out to cop a pinch,
Muscle tone in every inch,
Perfect rear, plus long and tall,
In his Wrangler protocol.

I recall a younger time,
High school class of ’69,
Ogled, then, your blue jeaned frame,
Since, I’ve never been the same!

Even though the time has passed,
You still wear that sexy ass,
Poured into those Wrangler blues,
Fantasies I’ll never lose!!

"How I’d Spend an Extra $100.00!”         

I’ve traveled all around the world,
And seen most everything,
From shoes and ships and sealing wax,
To cabbages and kings.

But just ignore my fairy tale,
I know of what I speak,
I witness something stupid,
Almost every single week.

Which brings a sad conclusion,
That most people have no brain,
It’s obvious these dullards
Choose to stand out in the rain.

Now with my hundred dollars
I know just what I must do,
My goal’s to help these morons,
So, I’ll buy them all a clue!