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| THE PARK We walked across the wooded park, placed blankets on the ground. A basket full of delicious things, in satin ribbons it was bound. A dark red rose taped to the top, it's brothers left alone. We both sat there holding hands, a warmth went through my bones. I took the rose and clipped it short, and placed it in her hair. It accented everything, soft lips and skin so fair. The scent was such a rose might be, lent just a helping hand. Her aroma, already sweet, made me a willing fan. We both sat with staring eyes, pools of want and lust. But deeper down, a fire burnt high, for just the two of us. We had the pleasures of the flesh, all the burning desires. And in our hearts we both knew, there was more to those fires. For we could both be quite content, sitting quietly for a while. Just sitting, ���..searching, each others faces for a smile. A gentle touch, a tender kiss, on this we could survive. No touch went unanswered, it kept our love alive. We'd sat for hours, for time on end, But for <whispers> no sound was heard. The shadows getting longer, only singing from the birds. They heralded our arrival, batted wings and cheerful noise. They sat on limbs and watched us, my darling sat so poised. And soon the birds quiet slumber, meant day was at an end. A song of peace, tranquility, a hush upon the wind. We took each others hands again, and lay back on the ground. She lay her head upon my chest, thumping heart, her only sound. We stared up at the moonlit sky, the stars twinkled brightly. Patterned darkened clouds swept by, as always they did nightly. We lay until our eyes went closed, I saw her in my dreams. As I did quite regular, riding on the moonbeams. When I awoke, she'd disappeared, rose stuck in my lapel. A chill went through my body, like someone cast a spell. Then I smelled her sweet breath close, soft hands upon my brow. My feinted heart grew stronger, for she was with me now. I ask her where she'd been off to, a fire I lit she said. To continue the night together, with that she kissed my head. The Masked Writer <o.o> <-.-> <o.-> � T Lovett |
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