That girl and me went swimming down Wilson’s bend
It was hotter’n hell so
I left off fencing the top field and drove into town
Picked her up on her break
Said I’d have her back in plenty of time
Knew I wouldn’t
She knew too.
She ran from my pickup down to the bar
Shedding her work disguise pieces at a time
‘Til she stood smiling at the water’s edge
In wisps of immodesty
And I had to stop walking just to look
I wanted to make a grab at her right there and then
But she jumped laughing into the river
And I, keen to catch that slippery fish, followed her in
Still wearing my jeans.
I kissed that girl once in the water
Long and deep
And twice more on the sandy bar
As we dried off shivering in the flooding heat
Felt the fluttering breath from her nose on top of my lip
And wanted it right there.
Driving back, she didn’t say much
Just hung her head out the window to dry her hair
But she was smiling like a cat on a window sill
Like maybe it was her who’d hooked the fish
I let her think it and
Put my rough hand on her smooth thigh
Just letting it rest there
Casually possessive like I knew she wanted.
Dropped her back to the diner an hour late
She said she’d catch hell but she was still smiling
When I pulled away
I drove back slow and got to work
Finished that fenceline before the reddening sun touched the treetops
Went home and didn’t think about much of anything at all.
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