*Sitting together hand in hand
under an old oak tree,
sweet spicy scents fill the air
wild roses, heliotrope and lilies.
The bright colors of foxglove
growing on the banks of a stream,
lovely is the glow of water
casted by sunlit beams.
A quiet whisper of love
so soft within my ear,
touches my heart tenderly
of love you speak so dear.
The lightest of a finger trace
a skim of knuckles over skin,
leaving a burning trail of desire
shivers my soul deep within.
Together hand in hand
under triumphant blooming trees,
scents of sweet and sweeps of color
wild roses, heliotrope and lilies…..
~*
© 2017 Brianna Love/SA/DBMA
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 5:46 AM UTC
*Sitting together hand in hand
under an old oak tree,
sweet spicy scents fill the air
wild roses, heliotrope and lilies.
The bright colors of foxglove
growing on the banks of a stream,
lovely is the glow of water
casted by sunlit beams.
A quiet whisper of love
so soft within my ear,
touches my heart tenderly
of love you speak so dear.
The lightest of a finger trace
a skim of knuckles over skin,
leaving a burning trail of desire
shivers my soul deep within.
Together hand in hand
under triumphant blooming trees,
scents of sweet and sweeps of color
wild roses, heliotrope and lilies…..
~*
© 2017 Brianna Love/SA/DBMA
