A tale of a thousand summers slides with my fingertips as I run them down your back,
I sensual dream floats through my body as owl quietly hoots to the dusk, as if
Telling the sun to set. I beg for a few more minutes.
You touch me well, your fingers feel like sandpaper against my skin
As you mold me into your girl.
The girl who ran with you, ran alongside you through the meadows.
Your lips kiss my chest, I can feel it down to my heart.
The long grass caresses my lower back, the grass that spoke to us,
Told us to run with the wind, to become one.
Here we are on the river bank, our first kiss, now our first touch.
The warm air runs through the leaves, but hovers over us.
The heat warms the land you, and the land smiles at us.
From out first footprints to our bodies, engrossed.
I breathe passion, and the scars are unhinged.
Those scraped knees will never go away�.don't you remember climbing the tree?
You kissed me there, I bleed that feeling again and you taste it.
I cry and in my tears is the reflection of our youth which is everlasting.