Little Boy Big Horn

Once upon a time was little and old a boy of young aspired to play the horn

Being a boy in mind but a man of stature he became all his self he went

Knowing one tune he clamored and boasted his goal for fame

Practicing long hard he blew blew until a sight caught his eye

Looking in a glass of shiny new with colors of frosted color he saw a woman naked and man

Watching with eyes of wow he stared as they begun to move strain together hollering grasping each other

Looking staring he watched the tryst installed thoughts of those that should not be

Little Boy Big Horn saddled his horse left with thoughts of play filling his thoughts and hands

Rubbing his horn his face became the smile of yesteryear

Caresing with strokes of long he played his horn all day long

Creeping to window again he saw her recline naked refined curious of deed thought he stole within

Looking at skin of smooth he touched roamed as his will prevailed

Eyes of languorous with sleep peeked lashes of soot and long widened quick

Smiling with invite heat she paraded her sweet to allow play

Grasping fruit of ripe he suckled long hungrily as his thirst build

Kisses of long swept days of heat between grasped stars of night and day

Grasping thighs of plenty he played his trade of many flavors to her delighted face

By Felicia McCaw