Angie - My Mistress

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
One who is deeply in love with her country house.

Submitted: November 22, 2009

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Submitted: November 22, 2009

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 ANGIE - MY COUNTRY HOME
 
My two homes are my two women if I was a man.
Cindy is my wife in the city, whom I need everyday.
Angie is mistress in the country for my luxury,
Although she drives me crazy, I am willing to pay.
 
Mature maples grow into her curly long hair,
tied up with rainbow after shower.
Her lithe legs stand in the water through the wooden stair. 
The living room with Brazilian Cabreuva is her rosy face, 
its wide windows are her bright eyes overlooking
the little town of Sainte-Agathe-des-Monts,
 she closes the blind when she feels shy.
The bedroom with King bed is
 her breast where I rest.
The bathroom is heated calacatta extra, I long for the most.
It’s her intimate area that is warm and moist.
 
The mower is her masseur
keeping her silky skin shinning in velvet vert. 
The roses are knitted as her necklace, and
the peonies are her ear-rings,
The rocks embroidered with moss are her high heel flamenco boots.
 She baths in the sweet pure Lac des Sable, whose blue water
 shines like corn-flower sapphire.
the duck act as swim instructor, and the bird
is music teacher she shares with the squirrel.
 
She is princess in ermine in the winter,
adolescent girl in green skirt and lily in spring,
erotic lady in sun dress decorated with flower in summer,
and the Queen in lace like burning fire, red and golden in autumn.
 
Nature is to what I am drawn-Love me, love my dog.
gardening from spring and hiking until golden fall,
boating in the summer and fishing in the white winter.
 
 Speeding tickets can’t slow down my passion of
meeting Angie. I start to worry when I am away,
the wind delivers my mails to her from Montreal. 
 I rush to her embrace when I arrive,
and I am reluctant to part when I have to leave,
an extra U-turn is to say Good-Bye,
bear for me until I come back next time.
 
When I am retired and become a writer,
I shall spend every hour and get inspired, there!


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