-picnic Time

A Time I yearn, For us to the Riviera to go Where mellow by the shadow Of your mystique I would become. A Time, when louder Than festival drums our taut Hearts would as one beat and in the Deepest sea of revelry swim. A Time when My ravenous heart With a scythe in hand through The ravine, it’s feet to your heart, As a bed of roses, would hasten, For it’s fragrance to harvest and relish. Oh, Picnic time, A time in a sequestered scenic Rivulet where my sullen heart Into a languid inferno would plunge By a sensation that would be propelled By the sight of your sexy lingerie, By your spandex bared. A Time, When our fissured hearts Would suture and as A leaf helplessly falls, in love Would we again fall. Entered for carol brown's sponsored contest, PICNIC TIME.