(An erotic rendition)
One hot summer day Jack and Jill went up the hill of
questions
Looking at Jill with seemingly innocent eyes Jack exclaimed
Heres comes Jane with a basket of fruit
Looking up at sky of blue with no tomorrow the trio
chattered unceasingly long
Jack with eyes of mischief said Jill have you ever wondered
why a stallion mounts a mare?
Jill with huge pansy eyes said “no” Do you know why Jane?
No said Jane but I heard a man say boy he is tearing that
shit up. What does that mean Jack?
Jack rolled in grass laughing loud with him hard and said
you shouldn’t repeat that.
Why? Said both in unison.
Jack face became strange and his eyes changed a color of
unfathomable deep depths
He said in a voice of seeming long echoes come here he proceeded
to show explain why
Jane and Jill listened watch with avid curiosity as he begun
to stroke a rod of length
Jack cried as pleasure coasted filled his face and body
Jill and Jane sat and watched with strange unusual feeling
roaming
Jack with roguish eyes and hands began to touch rub both
Jane and Jill as they squealed rolled in hay of sweet yellow
Jack grabbed both with hands of play that live and dance of
life all own
Looking with eyes of wonder he undressed both with kisses of
sweet
Languishing in sweet molasses he stroked deep long in petal
of summer
Entwined with arms of lovers heavy with sweet repast of
organism long bygone of yesterday they slept in warmth of yellow sun
By Felicia McCaw
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