Passionate Pair

The woodland's sights and scents add a piquancy to the affair By the moonlight's inky, starry gaze, so fleeting to retain To dawn's fragile light shadows benignly filtering through The damp, earthy undergrowth a mossy bed convenient An ample, rough bark, redwood tree and gnarled, dry spreading roots. A humble haven for primal, abandoned, wanton display The foliage green canopy conceals a multitude of sins Anton, my lover, you are the saviour of my heart and soul Truly I love to breathe your masculine scent and hair Struggling to restrain my appetites when you are nearby Alone I desperately yearn for you, it's my private fear But today I am ecstatic , for you have proposed to me To imagine having you all to myself in body and soul. Anton, I shall prove my love for you is of the constant kind All those sacrifices we have made could surely only bind Let the headiness I feel pirouette me into your arms To feel your consuming ardency continue on and on I love our bit of heaven we experience when alone Continually let us revive that special passionate spark Passions do fade allocated to dusty memory banks But my love so rejuvenates me as we meet every day My dear Anton I am afraid to live this life without you I want you to reiterate that you feel the same for me Totally enveloped in your entire world implicitly Once an old fortune teller asked me to cross her hand with gold As she had a precious gem of knowledge to impart to me Her vivid, streaked, carmine red mouth grinned amiably As she tightly held my hand and peered at my outstretched palm Perusing it lengthily said advantages there would be "Look into my eyes, oh yes I see a grand passion madam" Seeing my doubtful gaze, she said "it is all here in your hand" "You must tell me when shall it be" I vocally did demand "Patience, soon, very soon, the man is quite a suitable match" Excitedly I jumped for joy "in life you mean", I questioned "No, never that, it shows an equally passionate pair".