A Stranger
A stranger walks across the crowded floor
catching my eye, he gives a wink and bows
taking my hand he leads me to the moor
there lays me down between the cornfield rows
The moon gaily smiles and gives us a wave
enjoying seeing us in passions throes
he carries me off high until I rave
such tender passion from me overflows
Washing, lapping, flooding all our senses
we whisper sweet nothings to each other
enjoying without any pretences
the bounties belonging to love in languor
He set me afire with love's own passion
we loved without an intermission
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014
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