Midnight, quiet
woods except the buzz
of dew drop insects
your kisses taste
of fresh honeydew melon
your delicate neck curves
into my shoulder, soft curls
caress your young face

Hidden by foliage
we make sweet innocent love
our hands barely touch
one another, tantalizing
soft fingertips explore
valleys, hills and streams
Our breathing becomes heavy
sighs release between kisses

And just at that moment of release,
a hawk screeches by, covers up our secret.