I remember those early days
when these southern skies
charged my being to their alluring ways
held me upon the hazel heat and the heavy eyes,
Played an old Patsy Cline to the air
And laid the morning to my wants.

These soft tailed southern woman
that peek through their bust lines
grabbing the intoxicated eye
to their southern charm
whimpers their heat up and down
To the lilts of the day.

Hungry to the passion
they curb the beats of arousal
wanting the deep end. hard thrust
that would melt the suns rays on a blistering day
Spending the rest of the morning sipping
in the iced tea reflections
contemplating the next conquest
That would help ride the heat away.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph