Kissing Bushes… He’s doing it all wrong - His hands are not where her tush-is.
Hearts speak and a kiss shushes, not shy but still found kissing in the bushes.
Her man wears a henley
They’re excited, finally kissing,
Like the time a ring spurred Michael Finley.
Both dirty blondes,
in the thickets, no switches, yet still turned on.
Fingers pushin’ buttons
Love is a glutton,
soon her belly will be round - pumpkin.
Mom’s baking muffins.
Now they have 1 dog and 2 kitties,
and a Farmers’ tan hanging out a Ford F150.