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The Fortune Tale
Young girls years
So pretty
Spent nights
Rolling on river banks
And fields of grass
Country boy between
Her thighs.
A look at the diamond lit
World above
Same light that filled
Those hot nights
Light that fueled dreams
Of a vast future
She sighs.
A baby faced 6 foot
Young man
Her light now
Her son
Wonders what he knows
Of loving and the air underneath
Those skies.
So pretty
Spent nights
Rolling on river banks
And fields of grass
Country boy between
Her thighs.
A look at the diamond lit
World above
Same light that filled
Those hot nights
Light that fueled dreams
Of a vast future
She sighs.
A baby faced 6 foot
Young man
Her light now
Her son
Wonders what he knows
Of loving and the air underneath
Those skies.
Published 23rd Sep 2015
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23rd Sep 2015 2:31pm
a beautiful peak at innocence in the younger Jennifer now looking to her son wondering what he sees in the world..
loving ink..
with love Brenda
loving ink..
with love Brenda
Anonymous
23rd Sep 2015 2:33pm
"Wonders what he knows
Of loving and the air underneath"
Ahhh . . . He knows . . . Same as you did, except he is the pumper not the receiver . . .
Of loving and the air underneath"
Ahhh . . . He knows . . . Same as you did, except he is the pumper not the receiver . . .
23rd Sep 2015 2:34pm
Thank you sweethart. Appreciate your words and constant support Brenda very much.
💋Jennifer
💋Jennifer
23rd Sep 2015 2:36pm
23rd Sep 2015 2:43pm
There's nothing like laying back and looking at the stars and moon on a cool night in the country! Everything is clearer in our neck of the woods!! Absolutely beautiful Jenn! 💕Sissy
23rd Sep 2015 2:46pm
Awe thanks sweet Sissy. Yep, they grow em lusty and sweet in the country.
💋Jennifer
💋Jennifer
23rd Sep 2015 3:01pm
23rd Sep 2015 3:02pm
Anonymous
23rd Sep 2015 7:36pm
Beautiful write, Jennifer.. nicely done... with love, and respect...
Dave
Dave
23rd Sep 2015 9:02pm
23rd Sep 2015 9:37pm
Loved this Jennifer! The memories of a grown woman for her more carefree days. Now she has a son to consider, and can't help but wonder how he's faring. I really like the inventive structure and the rhyming words between the stanzas. Fine work!
23rd Sep 2015 9:46pm
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25th Sep 2015 3:14pm
It makes me and probably more of us wonder what our parents think about us. Kind of disconcerting but written in a lovely way.
J
J
25th Sep 2015 4:07pm
30th Sep 2015 3:19am
Your reflective poem painted a pastoral paradise where love blossomed and life was born. This poem holds a special place in my heart. I too lived in the country way back when. You cast your spell on me with this lyrical magic. ;-)
Hugs,
John
Hugs,
John
30th Sep 2015 3:30am
Mmm, to have had you in that young girls thighs. Country delights.
Thank you, i like that one too.
Sweet and simple.
🌹Jennifer 🌹
Thank you, i like that one too.
Sweet and simple.
🌹Jennifer 🌹
30th Sep 2015 3:30am
Mmm, to have had you in that young girls thighs. Country delights.
Thank you, i like that one too.
Sweet and simple.
🌹Jennifer 🌹
Thank you, i like that one too.
Sweet and simple.
🌹Jennifer 🌹
30th Sep 2015 3:56am
I can imagine those young girl's thighs betwixt which paradise lies. She sounds like a source of infinite ecstasy. Ahhh how sweet. ;-)
Hugs,
John
Hugs,
John
26th Dec 2020 10:00pm
This caught my imagination, a simple observation to take me away, love it many thanks for the read.
