The Ballad of Hot Tub Springs
The Ballad of Hot Tub Springs
'Twas in the perfect desert air
Beneath a noonday desert sun
I found a cowboy, stripped down bare
Beside a hot springs, all alone.
"O, pardon me if I intrude,"
I said as I approached to spot.
"I'd like to join you in the nude
And soak there if the water's hot."
"O, yes," he said, and grinned, "it's hot."
And by his look said something more.
I wondered if, as like as not,
There might be something else in store.
He sidled over to the pool
As I sat soaking in the heat.
Before my eyes his handsome tool
Appeared a most inviting treat.
We talked, we touched. The breeze was cool.
The desert blossomed all around.
I blew him there beside the pool
His sighs and moans the only sound.
O, desert air is clear and sweet,
And sweet the desert solitude,
The perfect place for men to meet
And come upon each other nude.
© 1998, Louis G. Ceci