Puffs of pillow white
drift gently through the blues:
The blue, blue sky
and the cornflower petals
that waver in the breeze -
a warm trickle of air
that dances phantom patterns
in three dimensional space.
My hands reach out,
up through the grasses,
to pull you close to me.

Then comes the perfume
to intoxicate my brain.
A subtle note of musk
with sandalwood afloat
wafts into my lungs
to magnify my lust,
my adoration of this my life with you,
laying in the grasses
that bury us in green
and make our passion
private and so unseen.

A bird calls a taunting
from high above us here,
but our tongues entwine
through lips that are flaunting
kiss upon kiss upon kiss.
And we are lost in lover's bliss,
in the roar of passions blood,
the drumbeats of hearts that thud,
the rustle of love's disrobing,
the feeling of flesh divine
that culminates in yours and mine
joined as one, as one, as one...
joined as one,

as one.

© griffonner 2022