Jeanny's work

Oh Jeanny, when your work  is all done,
You can drive me off home.
I know, your daddy is gone,
And you’re to me a lovely one…
I’m sure, he would cry, if he knew,
What you did all the day,
Yes, I’m sure, he would die, if he knew,
What we did in the hay…
                                                                                                        
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I kiss your little breasts,
And then I kiss your face.
Now I know, you’re the best,
I love your sweet embrace!
Kiss me a thousand times,
Your tongue is so warm,
And your lips are so sweet!
Feeling your body close to mine
And breathing your breath
Is all that I need!
 
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When Jeanny’s work was all done,
She drove me off home.
Now I’m lying here, watching the rain,
And I’m feeling alone.
Your daddy would cry, if he knew
What you did all the day,
Yes, I’m sure, he would die, if he knew,
What we did in the hay…
 
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© by Patrick Rabe
 
Written in summer 1996 with a beautiful girl in mind,
whose name wasn’t actually Jeanny. I think, she was a girl we used to call Dany with cream. (My german readers will understand, I think)
This one goes out to her and to Bianca!
Yours Patrick