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the squirrel queen

(i want love in these woods) while walking in the quiet woods         humidity causing   blonde hair to stick             to my neck on wooden path my footsteps move and on highest railing a squirrel beckons       i smile /a real smile/ she stops        as if listening for my footsteps        then scampers forward        a few more feet        stops...tilts her head        eyes gleaming        listening for me again i think she is the squirrel queen bidding me to follow her to my lover waiting in the woods i want love in these quiet woods in the quiet night under the moon *oh what a night that would be with you* the smell of the leaves the sound of the crickets eyes twinkling soft blankets this night    you should whisk me away    to a place in the woods but, alas the squirrel queen scampered into the woods and i'm sitting at a picnic table in filtering sunlight sticky transfixed heart pounding dreaming of love in the woods with you.
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ama21
46 / F / American
For You?
Written by
ama21
46 / F / American
Published
Aug 27, 2013
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50·163
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#love#woods#queen#squirrel
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