I can smell the rich earth,
And see the green things
Begin to poke up
Through the ground.
A faint scent of jasmine
Perfumes the air,
And I can smell the
Piney scent of him.
He whispers my name,
Eyes bright as the sky,
As he opens for me,
Like a delicate flower.
He is moist,
And good,
And clean.
A fresh breath
Of country air
To a boy
Raised in the city.
I taste him,
Sweet yet salty,
His body sheened
In sweat,
His thighs trembling
With need.
I reach down
And kiss
His rosy manhood,
His shaft
Tall and proud,
Blue veins like marble,
Throbbing with desire
As I swallow him whole.
He cries out,
The birds fluttering
From the trees
As I drink of him
And thank the Goddess
For Her bounty.
My Mountie
Is a bounty.