When you and i were in the wood
We did the things we knew we could.
The pleasant hours tree-sheltered, hidden
Excited hands caressed, unbidden.

No wine, no bread, no book of rhymes
Were necessary at those times.
We needed nothing else but us
A lover and his succubus.

Hot handed, heart-felt, touch and taste
We never let an hour waste.
A precious time, a special game
Our heads on fire, our hearts a-flame.

Fever filled, entwined as one
That magic, special time was fun.
Tongue tasting, touching hidden parts
Heavy breathing, racing hearts.

How long ago it seems today
That special place so far away.
Too far in space and distance too
Unhappy me, unhappy you.