Jul 2020
While snapping green beans
I sit in the sun today
Presently it is gorgeous
And always subject to change
There is music in my ears
Pokey Lafarge
Wailing
"I need something to, **** me up!"
It is down home muddy water wailing
I am snapping beans
Grinning at the pop
And eating what drops
The music changes
"But nothing, is never ending.."
In my headphones
And I consider this
And look at the familiarity in my hands
They are my grandma's knuckles
As they bend the beans and I hear them spit
Easily manipulating 3, 4 at a time
I see her in them so clear
And I see my mother bent over a row
And I see my youth beside her
The woman's voice in my ears
Is throaty and ****
Now I find a sensuality in the task
It's intent to pleasure the receiver
To see the look on their face filled with what's in the spoon
And feel a peculiar satisfaction
The pleasure of pleasuring
And it might be afternoon
And it will feel like mid day love making
The serious and just must have you
Delicious kind
"And nothing is never ending.. "
Oooh ooh ooooh...
I sing and drop the green beans in the ***
The onion and bacon, the fat grey mushrooms
I wonder if my mother ever felt this way
I bet so, hope she still does
I see her in the kitchen, my step dad
And her way with him
And my Grandma
With my Grampa
Hope she did
I bet so
That would have been something strange to understand back then
But now..
Oooh oooh oooh...
"Nothing, is never ending... "
I miss my husband today
It is not often I do this much
When this *** is done
There are many hands that will be anxious for the spoon
But none with the look in his eyes
They would simmer through the swallow
Into mine and drown them with stimulating appreciation
The last weekend I had with my son
I taught my future daughter in law to crochet, just she and I
It was a sweet few hours
The next time I can
I will show her how to make a good *** of green beans
Oooh ooh oooh...
"Nothing, is never ending.."
I think the lady might be mistaken
I sit in the sun today
Presently it is gorgeous
And always subject to change
There is music in my ears
Pokey Lafarge
Wailing
"I need something to, **** me up!"
It is down home muddy water wailing
I am snapping beans
Grinning at the pop
And eating what drops
The music changes
"But nothing, is never ending.."
In my headphones
And I consider this
And look at the familiarity in my hands
They are my grandma's knuckles
As they bend the beans and I hear them spit
Easily manipulating 3, 4 at a time
I see her in them so clear
And I see my mother bent over a row
And I see my youth beside her
The woman's voice in my ears
Is throaty and ****
Now I find a sensuality in the task
It's intent to pleasure the receiver
To see the look on their face filled with what's in the spoon
And feel a peculiar satisfaction
The pleasure of pleasuring
And it might be afternoon
And it will feel like mid day love making
The serious and just must have you
Delicious kind
"And nothing is never ending.. "
Oooh ooh ooooh...
I sing and drop the green beans in the ***
The onion and bacon, the fat grey mushrooms
I wonder if my mother ever felt this way
I bet so, hope she still does
I see her in the kitchen, my step dad
And her way with him
And my Grandma
With my Grampa
Hope she did
I bet so
That would have been something strange to understand back then
But now..
Oooh oooh oooh...
"Nothing, is never ending... "
I miss my husband today
It is not often I do this much
When this *** is done
There are many hands that will be anxious for the spoon
But none with the look in his eyes
They would simmer through the swallow
Into mine and drown them with stimulating appreciation
The last weekend I had with my son
I taught my future daughter in law to crochet, just she and I
It was a sweet few hours
The next time I can
I will show her how to make a good *** of green beans
Oooh ooh oooh...
"Nothing, is never ending.."
I think the lady might be mistaken
