Zippety Do Dah My Heart Sings
In evening, the evergreen forest darkens while the cool breeze relaxes my
thoughts. The lone trees silhouette against the yellow sky and setting sun. Trials are
ever present in my thoughts; darker thoughts than the serene dusk can muster.
Candles burn in a row along the porch rail. His dark eyes peer through my reverie to
touch deep in my soul. He doesn't know how he makes my pulse race and thoughts
go purely lustful. My reaction has to be kept from his piercing eyes. My eyes roam
over his face openly in the candle light and lingers on his philtrum...I long to kiss him
right there, over and over.
His voice returns my thoughts back to reality, "mam will you need any other
chores done tonight?" Stammering I say "No...that will be all. tomorrow will be a hard
day due to the cattle sale. Better get a good nights sleep." The cowboy's hat tips as
he retreats into the bunk house. I hear the clop of his boots go silent and enjoy the
view of his backside walking away. Wondering what it would be like to see his eyes
go to fire at my touch....I have to get a grip on my thoughts....before....
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