Teaching a Young Lover

The first time witnessing the twain mountain peaks, High above the echoes of our heart beat, Erected I stood, in awe I stare, with eyes devouring nature’s beautiful souvenir. Below the Twin crags fingers softly stroll along a sweat drenched path. Inch by inch digits artfully tread around a shallow furrow. Racing heart beats are like the wings of a thousand sparrows. Down in yonder valley two fingers gently creep. Skin shivers on the mound where the fescue freely grows. Along the cleft, in the distal knoll, a tributary streams. Near the wet land is a cave, a place of fertile dreams. Desire drives daring digits to dive deeper into the warm unknown. Tell me lover, tell me more about the birds and the bees. How did the stork bring mother a girl like me? Every time you’re next to me, what is it that I feel? Blazing like a fire is this tension in my blood. Enthralled me with your touch Engulf me in your love. Serinade me with these words: "I love you, oh so much."