Intimately Posed
Lying in a field of clover,
we're lulled to sleep by buzzing bees.
And resting there under the trees,
we let our feelings take over.
As we snuggle close, our eyes closed;
my fingers gently stroke your hair.
And our hearts feel as light as air;
two lovers, intimately posed.
Blanketing us with dappled light,
Sol tucks us in with a warm smile.
And even goes that extra mile,
dispersing every cloud in sight.
Pausing reality and time;
love forges two souls into one.
And makes our moment in the sun;
extraordinarily sublime.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2023
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