Love-Making In the Wild

Alone I roam the dreamland wood sombre and empty, dark my mood vain hope to meet my love denied a throbbing, pumping ache inside afar a gleaming stream of blue: mauve, purple, lilac mixed in hue ‘longside the one in dreams is mine soft hazel eyes and features fine He becks me close with comely smile trance-like I float what seems a mile a fragrant sweet around unfolds a wondrous sight my eye beholds: a bed of jasmine, handpicked all my loved one smiles with look enthralled He tweaks my nose with twinkling eye within and –out I’m set afire he mouths the words our eyes portray lights fiery love long kept at bay swept off our feet and smitten deep entranced our eyes with want to keep We make sweet love, as lovers do declare our love, sincere and true on bed of jasmine hands roam free scent mingles with heart’s melody both hearts in tandem skip a beat then pick up pace in lustful heat pulsating passion multiplies we merge as one with moans and sighs....