Somewhere in the twilight
Between wanting and needing
His arms encircled hers
And he fell against her
In a tumble of sighs and moans that
Came to their sudden end in the
Fever and heavy breathing
Of lovers conjoined on the forest floor

And how lovely was their ballet as one
Where every movement of his limbs
And hips were answered by her own
And her inner sanctum, once
Open to the worship of him,
Received its gifts of fire
With a single, everlasting cry

Thus bonded, she to him
And he to her
Owning that piece of each other
No one else would possess
They could rise from the mat of meadow grass
And holding hands, look
Out on the sun that danced upon the water
And dressed again, he could touch her
Silk and tell her, in whispers
Soft as the dust of dandelions,
How he wanted her again.

06/24/2009

Posted on 06/24/2009
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