by a belt of studded leather
is drawn an imaginary Tangent line
called the Mason-Dixon
close your eyes and wander
you won't need GPS
let your lips and hands roam free
and discover many delights
follicles smell of magnolias
just like the Mississippi trees
see the pleasure in my eyes
green as Carolina seas
savor all of my kisses,
dripping
Virginia maple sugar
slide your hand down these long limbs
as soft as Arkansas cotton
juices flow here sweetly
that taste of Georgia Peach
come and explore these treasures
waiting, but within your reach
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
2 comments:
A lovely Poem ! I am always intrigued by the Mason Dixon line a sort of eccentric folly but so evocative and important in the Civil War.The folly part probably comes from Mason and Dixon who were Brits.
I think you missed the point by a few degrees but thanks for the comment :)
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