Plymouth Rock
Ezekiel was plowing his fields while Desire planted seeds for the new season. Desire was a lass who was born on the May Flower nearly 2 decades ago. Ezekiel found her name quite fitting, since he couldn’t keep his eyes off her as he followed his oxen up and down the rows that would soon be a corn field.
“Aye, Desire would make a find consort. I can’t take my eyes off her”! Ezekiel found himself plowing several measures through the field where pumpkins had already been planted. “Whoa Oxen, what are you doing”? He quickly pulled back the reigns in hopes anyone who may have been watching would think the oxen had decided to cause a ruckus in the pumpkin patch.
“Ezekiel, do the oxen not listen? They have disrupted the pumpkin patch”! Desire’s face was dirty, yet glistened from the mid day sun and sweat. Ezekiel noticed her blouse had the top button undone, and he could clearly see the nape of her neck.
“Yes, these ill-tempered beast will not listen to me I say! How goes the planting of the pumpkins, surely I have set ye back a bit.”
“Fret not, Ezekiel. I am almost done and shall finish forthwith. Your oxen shant slow me too much”. Desire removed her bonnet letting her long brown hair flow down over her shoulders and around her neck. She used it to dab sweat from her neck, and as she did, yet another button came undone. Ezekiel fell short of staring with his mouth open and began to back the oxen.
“I think I will give the oxen a rest, and collect some wood for the oven”. Ezekiel backed the oxen up and drove them towards the barn.
“I shall finish planting shortly, and finish some afternoon chores”.
Ezekiel put the oxen to rest, and went back to his house to fetch the axe. As he walked through the kitchen, he saw the butter and had an idea. He quickly brought the butter out and gave it to the oxen to eat. “Ah, seems we are low on butter. Perhaps Desire could churn up another batch”.
Desire had finished planting, and arrived back at her house. Ezekiel approached her with an empty butter tin. “Desire, I have run out of butter. Could you be bothered to churn me up a new batch”?
Desire looked at the empty tin, “I believe I could, Ezekiel. Could I bother you to sing me a song to make the work go by quicker”? Desire got her churn and some cream from inside, while Ezekiel fetched his fiddle. When Ezekiel came back, he found Desire had already started to churn the butter, and yet another button had come undone. Her bonnet hung off the back of her long flowing hair.
Ezekiel began to play a somewhat fast tempo song, and Desire churned the butter faster than ever. Her neck and chest glistened with sweat, and she looked to Ezekiel and said, “Faster Ezekiel, this work shall be done post haste”!
Ezekiel worked his fiddle faster than ever, and Desire churned butter like never before. Ezekiel walked up next to Desire and leaned into her shoulder and their motions became one. She was grunting, and he was picking and strumming.
They looked each other in the face just inches apart. Their lips touched, and Ezekiel could taste the sweat running down Desire’s top lip. Ezekiel embraced Desire falling into her.
“Ezekiel, I would ask you take your leave”! With that, Desire gave him the bums rush. “Back to your chores; for a cat leads to darker things, and a bird is just too flighty”!
They both finish their chores separately that day.
Originally posted by Phlabibitdéjà vu
[b]Plymouth Rock
Ezekiel was plowing his fields while Desire planted seeds for the new season. Desire was a lass who was born on the May Flower nearly 2 decades ago. Ezekiel found her name quite fitting, since he couldn’t keep his eyes off her as he followed his oxen up and down the rows that would soon be a corn field.
“Aye, Desire would mak ...[text shortened]... hings, and a bird is just too flighty”!
They both finish their chores separately that day.[/b]
You should submit that to ... I don't know ... a prose competition! How come we never have one of those?