Field and Stile
The green valley and the winding stream
The stone cottage within my dream
With a shady porch and easy chair
I see my love, peaceful, sitting there
Contemplating, waiting for my return
I see those eyes, with fire doth burn
With these thoughts I walk the mile
The twisting road, field and stile
The gate it creaks as I push wide
That smiling face, love can't hide
Into my arms of passion falls
Of absent times desire it calls
The kiss is passed, the taste divine
Paradise found and feels sublime
Garments fall and press the floor
And the sensous bed and her adore
I take of her in this sacred place
Place the endless kiss upon her face
Live the warmth she emulates
And sleep the scent she radiates
Every new day, every dawn
On her heart mine is borne
Copyright © Daniel Cheeseman | Year Posted 2010
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