I’m wrapped in your soft, willow arms.
I arch my neck as the sun plants kisses of sweet honeydew down to my collarbone.
Your light breath, a breeze, brushes my cheek and touch’s my senses.
Wild flowers grow where your fingertips trace my skin.
Queen Anne's Lace
A wonderland of colors, scents, and smells.
I get drunk on your love Mother Nature.
Copyright © Leigh Dixon | Year Posted 2019
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