Flowers In Her Hair

Strolling hand in hand with Julie through Golden Gate Park We've been in love for so long as people still stare, at two beautiful girls Loving to tease the tourist sometimes when finding a camera and we smile Softly kissing while gently caressing one anothers breast Giggling amid a snapshot or two and then upon our way; chasing butterflies Her lovely sundress the sun warm upon our skin and she loves Wearing flowers in her hair; falling to the grass to taste her lips sending chills Of ecstasy for the ten thousandth time through my heart Always since the very first moment when we made love both, at nineteen Julie revealing joyfully her pleasures and her desires; amid rivers flowing freely Crying thrusting reaching unto the sky, wearing, flowers in her hair; my beloved.