Hearts of Favor
The meadow flowers growing ever green,
as winds do rush the hill and blow new seed.
Within fall brush the feral pair conjoin,
their tiny hearts do pulse a starting life.
A youth of opposite seizes a straggler’s eye,
no glaring or long courtship will they need,
nor is there a need to consult mom or dad,
for the paw or wing that attracts the gaze.
Young hands touch while longing bright eyes embrace,
with stares piercing deep into callow souls.
An empty-silent-heart, pounds so vibrant,
against hollow-beating-resonant walls.
An implosion will soon erupt desire,
releasing veins filled with flowing hot blood.
The kiss upon sweet lips seals to bind hearts,
in an enchanting-mesmerizing hold.
Unlike the wild, ravenous, spicy love,
the man is somewhat more tender and tame;
however, wild-spicy comes much later
when years of wedded bliss has been proclaimed.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
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