"I knows Shugah"

over the weekend, we

drove out into the bayou,

to this little parish town

she knew about,

where some Cajun thing

was going on,

her charm and smile

got us in,

if it had been just me,

we would have been chopped up

and thrown into the swamps

for gator bait;

but with her

we were ok;

we had a great time,

squishing crawdads

then sucking the juice

out of their heads,

as zydeco music

played in the background,

drinking warm beer

and dancing late into the night,

I tried to act cool and indifferent,

but by the end of it all,

I was dos-e-doeing with the

best of em;

on the ride home,

she sat next to me,

her head on my shoulder,

her hand resting lightly on my crotch,

the stars shining brightly,

in the sky overhead;

“oooooh weeee bebeeee,” I say

in my best Cajun accent,

“I luvs you more dan ze moon,”

she just smiles,

putting her head on my chest;

“I knows shugah,

I knows.”

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