Below the Bonnie Ben
She lies naked on the blooming heather
Whilst her Highlander drinks from the stream
This Princess from the Med, closes her eyes as if in a dream
His cold hands ignite, as she awakens in trance like stare
Her hazel eyes looking into his blue, in awe as he kneels so bare
His hands in adventurous roam, her thighs in delicate touch
Their paradise in prepare, below the Ben they enter their clutch
Her locks from her cheeks are brushed
Revealing her beauty that has captured him so
This giant with such tenderness, excites his Princess to glow
His touch makes her body writhe, her sighs echo throughout the Glen
In sync their breathing increases, as her eyes view the Ben
Arched in body share, their love deepens in their abyss
Lips in joyous join, as an Eagle soars and views their bliss
Tethered to each other they are, hands now clasped together
From the stream he returned, naked she lay waiting in the heather
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