Mowing

       Mowing

A trickle of sweat slowly runs down between my breasts
My imagination dreams your face before me
Your tongue all eager to follow that same path
Somehow, I can even feel that magical tongue

    As the mower does its thing, me, simply the guide

The scent of the fresh cut lawn takes me back to another time
You, me, no blanket, under the star filled sky
Those cut offs you wore revealing just how happy you were to see me
Oh what a night that was
Do you remember it as vividly as I do ?

    As the mower does its thing, me, simply the guide

Others are hearing a lawn mower
In my mind, your Harley is pulling up the driveway
There you are, hair blowing in the breeze
Smiling that sexy smile and flashing those brilliantly white teeth
Those "stop me in my tracks" green eyes hidden behind your shades
Holy shit. Even in my day dreams, you make me wet

    As the mower does its thing, me, simply the guide

THUD!! Uh oh....hit a rock.
Yes, I also recall that.
That rock pile we lived on, however briefly
Someone was always getting hurt.
Casting of stones became habit much too easily
I don't miss the pain.
I doubt you do either.
But my heart misses that love we once shared
and....................the sex.

    Oh hell, I hate weed whacking!