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| The Garden Dancers We danced in the garden on a warm summer night. Tiki torches glimmered around the edge. The stone covered dance floor ours all alone. Round we waltzed together, along the well trimmed hedge. I�m sure the music played for all, I never heard the sound. My dream was wrapped up in my arms, just a kiss away. Orchard smells of ripened fruit, drifted in the air. Moonlit shadows danced with us, at our feet they played. Her face lay on my chest, honey stains smelled her hair. Around the floor we tripped the light, steps we never knew. She had to be the flower, they built this garden for. Her gown of silk graced the moonlight, coloured pastel blue. An angel shed her wings to dance. I held her in my arms. Her sisters in the heavens watched, as we circled all around. I could see their twinkling eyes, smiles in the clouds. Their whispered breath moved the leaves, when they lit on the ground. My gift from heaven held me close, when I whispered I love you. I felt her arm tighten, her hand clinch a bit. She stopped and turned but held my hand, then led me away. The pang of guilt I cast away, as she pulled me down to sit. The garden bench hidden some, overhung by pretty flowers. Our canopy of love began, I held her in my arms. Her kiss like the spring began, fresh and very light. Dew like the morning, moistened more the charm. Hugged embrace I held her, found a pleasured cove. Nuzzled in her neck, to kiss the softened skin. Hair tickled kisses, led my mind astray. Long and distant memories, of love I fought to win. Touches, kisses, passions flared, each to another. Warm embrace, a lingered kiss, like it was our last. Shadows wrapped our stealthy moves. Returning to us to a teenage past. Excited joy and wonder, we went on to the end. Breathless, tense, recomposing, looking all around. Startled eyes stared at me, MY GOD WHAT HAVE WE DONE! Shaken up and scared, our clothes on the ground. Alarm bells rang, a noisy banter, eyes trying to focus. Scared and thinking all alone, then a movement here beside. Light screamed a brilliant glow, rays scrolled across the bed. A dream, it was a dream, my love shared my side. I felt her stir and move around, turning on her side. Eyes brightly lit, a smile covered child. She explained a dream she had, dancing in the night. In a wondrous garden setting, making love after a while. Once I left the bedroom, after pleasure for us both. I found the yellow pages, while she was still inside. Dance, dancing, gardens, Aha, phone in hand. Tonight my love just for you, I hope a great surprise. The Masked Writer <-.-> <o.-> |
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