Roll'em
She said:
'I see you always roll your own.'
'Yes, he said 'gives me something to do with my hands and my tongue.'
Thats nice, she said like a man that keeps his tongue steady, keeps him from talking too much.'
'Really. he said
'Really.' she said
'Aren't you going to ask me what I like too'
'Yeah sure. he said I like a woman what snaps her bra before the corner pool shot, eyes like liquid dark pools in the night; what has happy thoughts which show; somebody like you.'
'What else you got with that silver tonge of yours, ' she said 'something that a person like my self might like? '
'Well, ' he said smiling' people tell me that I kiss good and never tell.'
'I like that in a man.' she said.
'What else you like, ' he said liking his lips, slowly.
'I like a man that smells like cattle and gasoline and barn hay.'she said.
Weird I know. Must be something from my child hood.'
'I wonder, ' he said 'if I qualify. That sounds like me.'
She snapped her bra. moved over lowered her head and took a smell of him. Then she looked up and smiled at his face.
'Yep, that's it all three.' she said.
'Now that you had your sniff can I have mine? ' he said.
'What are you looking for? ' she said
He grinned a big grin, put his nose close to her neck and said
'Me? I am looking for something that smells like home.'
'I'll give you this she said 'you got yourself a silver tongue.'
'Thats what they say, ' he said 'and right now it sure wants to talk to you.'
He smiled
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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