It begins with a look...a touch.
They embrace...they whisper to each other what they are feeling and thinking.They caress each other...now stroking here,now stroking there.They make love...once,twice,many times.While making love,they think of many other
moments they have shared...their first kiss,yesterday's stroll through a glade,their weekend on a deserted beach,the intimacy they are sharing now...They impose no boundaries upon their symphony.They know that to others,their composition may sound off-key,but they don't care.Children of the time and of each other,they know thats it is only their fancies and whims that will lead them to a higher plateau of consciousness. |
