Sunday, November 15, 2015

Kissing Bushes

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.


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