My
Southern Violin
Southern sounds
carrying across the wind,
My heart sings
at your voice
making music like a
Violin…
I hear Ya' callin'
"Itsa' Yo Woman, Cara'lyn!!"
Our feet naked
against the cool, lush and thick green
washin' pleasure
up between our toes
wit' yo' carefree twang
hummin' in my ears…
I hearsa' girl playin'
but nutin' else is sweeta' than
seein' a woman in full swing,
or the smell of tha' honey-suckle rose.
There's Jasmine flowin'
gently through the breeze
& watchin tiny humin' birds
dancin' in the summer trees;
It's just womanfolk laughin'
out loud, "Girl stop, Girl please!!"
I calls you, "My Funny Face Girl"
with those teeth
full lips open wide
against dark, glowin' skin…
My cheeks rise
effortlessly,
Eyes lay upon yo'
Full figure swirl
Claimin' pleasures
Like the original Sin…
It's just our Souls
Touchin'
before our senses
can begin;
I'm takin' you all in
"You're mine!!!"
I know, no one coulda'
ever own ya'
because your Spirit
is Free & your Wills
too strong…
I'm just claimin
my Desire
for ya'
& You done told me
that ain't wrong…
My "Funny Face Girl"
gorgeously You laugh
layin Your head upon my shoulder;
Leaving me caught up
in the rapture
of sights & sounds of our shared
Memories of a life belongin’
to the smells, sights & sounds of
De’Jevu lovin’
(Psjwebber 08/12/03)
