Cowgirl Riding

calm waves breaching the shore
the cool breeze ain’t there no more
a strange silence, unlike us before
chaste memories the sins of yore
 
rhythmic sea isn’t the same no more  
sunset horizon, change was in store  
loud party music, a wild night galore
wicked weasel bikinis, that we wore
 
beers on tap, drinking all night long
sweat on our skins, heat was strong
country roads, we sang an old song
on stage together, where we belong  
 
cold water splashing on our chest
Asian gals in a wet t-shirt contest  
drenched pairs of soaking breasts  
perky beauties naturally the best
 
moment’s perfect, our nipples’ erect
enticing tautness, never to neglect
piercing the weasel, excited to infect
sensing the tingle, a sensual effect  
 
butt gyrations, we were in trance  
crotch sensations, it felt like a dance
kinky positions, we took a chance
sexual submission, it’s our romance  
 
our lips connect, we start to neck
our bodies attract, oh what the heck
desires to react, all hands on deck
passion’s extract, a wild train wreck  
 
touches heavily shoulders and thighs
fingers steadily on the breasts and fly
groping publicly, neither of us were shy
stopping suddenly, neither asking why
 
quivering breasts, we were sky high
sexiness on stage, no one let a sigh
cowgirl riding! oh god! oh god! they cry
neither were shy and neither asked why