Your love


Orange peel squeeze sweet juice with a little zing
Sun as hot on brow that makes sweat drip salty ting
All day gather much fruit till fill the sacks for tomorrow mornings shopping
I go lay in shade with long green grass and dream sweet scented woman is lightly holding
As the purple sky turns to red I look at your lips and cannot resist a touch not bruising
Oranges are plentiful around these parts but your love is simply timeless and willing