March 4, 2009 § 3 Comments
Their hands tangled together like matted coloured silk.
The air around them filled with their soft erotic whispers, running softly down the pebbled path’s.
Midnight christening the grounds around them as tiny silver reflections dance across the forest from the stars above.
Two young lovers.
Their lips urgent.
Their hands tracing lines of every inch.
The forest now their lover’s space.
Bodies pushing against one anothers strength.
Stretched across the life of a willow tree.
Their shadows arched and hidden.
Sighs and moans falling like rain drops against the hum of midnight.
Lullaby like against their ears.
Only for the two lovers to have.
To share and protect.
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