Wanting to capture the essence of a time of passion in an open meadow. And the continuing nature of love, the progression of feelings as well as the building of relationship. The nature of time counted as moon travel.
This poem originally was published in Love Poems - Erotic Poems
Meadow Again
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Moon hangs, almost full pieces of cloud scatter, glide in soft, summer breeze. We lay in our meadow listening to the sound of night her head nestled on my arm. Night air made for kissing dances upon our skin chilling wherever is damp. She stirs, quietly calls, my name hangs on summer eve floats about our meadow. She sighs, moves closer snuggling in, once again her breath stirs, awakens. Hands join in gentle caress exploration shared and renewed oh, so smooth and lovely. We turn, lips meeting slow, softly, delicate building quickly to demand. Crying out, beginning and end collapsing, breathing ragged moon hangs, slightly fuller. |
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