... addiction ..., ... beauty ..., ... country ..., ... girl ..., ... humor ..., ... kiss ..., ... life ..., ... lips ..., ... love ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... relationships ..., ... sex ..., ... sins ..., ... summer ..., ... the South ...

Hay Ride

would you lay me down in
a house of hay
cut off blue jeans ride low

cut just above the fray.
lips, tomato red and
apple-sweet scintillate

under lazy summer sunlight.
sweat beads collect into
gossamer pearls tied neatly

between our heat and
drip heavy like honey
from a comb.

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