A Cherokee Rose: 'Indian Summer'

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Part 3 of the 6 part series

Updated 08/30/2017
Created 04/13/2005
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Amidst a forest filled with trees, sweet songbirds and vines;
passions ring in moans and groans; all in love - struck chimes
And carries on the dust swept winds of a sun baked Indian summer,
two hearts that beat much faster than a Cherokee tom-tom drummer

Locked in softest kisses, between panting’s hottest breaths;
tender trailing hands caress her lovely anxious breasts
He reaches her desires with every gentle thrust;
she holds a white man closely, to fulfill her Indian lust

"Come with me to Texas where I have a ranch and spread,"
pled the Cowboy laying naked, on a soft lush clover bed;
stroking long black hair so tenderly, along Little Deer’s bare back
as she lay breathless thinking, trying to get her mind on track

"I have a brave that keeps me, but we are not yet wed”
Little Deer confessed to him; a stream of tears then shed
They embraced one more time tightly, before rise of summer’s moon
as he exclaimed, “You’re not wed? Then we shall be real soon!”

Down memory lane she slowly strolls, on foot and in her mind
now homeward bound ; her love, she so sadly leaves behind
with a cowboy at the river, that on bended knee proposed
to this young Indian flower~ a thornless Cherokee rose

This particular summer night would soon prove hotter than most
as Little Deer stood at the fire, cooking a venison stewed roast
Across from her and the fire, were flaming tomahawk eyes
the brave in smoldering stare; his rough passion on the rise

When finally the flames burned out, from a much too tight grasp held
Little Deer lay silent, but deep down inside she yelled,
”The white man held me gently; like a fragile petal flower,
This brave grabs me roughly - like the wolf about to devour!"

She wrestled with her thoughts, while the desert’s coyote called
as her brave slept soundly snoring; on an Indian blanket sprawled
She slipped away in silence, to see how moonlight’s magic glows
deciding between two trails to walk~ this, a torn Cherokee Rose

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A Cherokee Rose~

1) 'Dream Catch her'
2) 'Hunting Hearts'
3) 'Indian Summer'
4) 'Navajo Rug'
5) 'Painted Pony'
6) 'The Thorn'

Thanks to 'cloudy' for the inspiration and idea for cherokee rose and to 'wanton vixxxen' for her edit and additions to this Poem/tale.

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Bill DadaBill Dadaover 18 years ago
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I continue to be amazed.

LeBrozLeBrozover 18 years ago
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The tale gets better

two cultures clash

and two ways of love

cloudycloudyalmost 19 years ago
Bravo!!!

Who shall I choose? ;)

LuciousBi-Writes4ULuciousBi-Writes4Ualmost 19 years ago
Awesome!!

ohhhh...I love the wording and imagery in this chapter...and where she's headed too!;)

twelveoonetwelveoonealmost 19 years ago
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Hey Longfellow

Pretty Good.

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