One Day In a Forest Meadow, Love Did Occur

The steps come easy Almost hurried as I tread The uneven trail before me The sun is low in the sky Distracted by the long Angled shadows Before me Brought back to you By the rushing sound Of your breathing Like a stony brook I reach for you with My eyes My hand I take hold of your smile As my groping fingers Stroke the small of you We see in us The other’s lust Compelled by anticipation Bottles clank to my side As we descend the Bluff above the river You take my hand for keel As your other is bundled With music and quilt We find our spot That secret spot Bathed by the whole day’s sun There is shade in reach But it’s the sun we seek Chilled by the morning mist As I knelt We spread our quilt Cornflower blue Where clover eagerly grew Placing my bundle at the head Our riverside bed Frames us like a Masterpiece… lit by the Late morn sun Hours we’ve spent Upon wine, cheese and laughter Drunk on smiles and lust Have us we must As the breathing grows Rapid and musical Moans of hunger Filling the air around us Joining the singing birds And dancing trees Our bodies move as one Locked in the rhythm of all Like pixies of spring Undressing slowly Taunting on the breeze Sunlight hot upon The angles of us Soothing deep Melting into the Melting of you Reaching over My shoulder Moonlight sonata Gently echoes across the water The music enters in The midst of us Tickling the ends of us Driving our dance so smooth We draw on our wine Crimson and fine And merge the delight With a kiss I nibble the flesh From nape to breast Easing scrapes with Ministrations… soft and wet Feel your blades On my back Shoulder to thigh Tickling my eye So naughty – take My breath away Kisses long and deep Breathing passion At the others gasp Feel my hardness trace Deftly the center of you Break our embrace Kissing a trail to To the scent of you Hearing our music As I do… you offer You to me, frantic Wet, setting my pace Grinding the face That’s grinning through Your desire Dripping… Off of the corners of Of my thirst I taste of my wine And mix it with thine As we taste us Upon the Mage’s grape Flesh quivers and begs Girded with legs A tempo in flux Beethoven conducts My bow across Your cello Sweet medley of Body language refrain Haunting and deep With a key to the keep Tis a trembling click The door spasms ajar It’s heard from afar As the passion of the meadow screams back.