Under the oak tree we leisurely lie,
Starring upward at the blue of the sky.
Watching the clouds slowly drifting,
Feeling my heart rising, slowly lifting.
The softness of the blanket,
Is as soft as your skin,
Your white cotton dress,
Gives you an angelic akin.
I want to hold you against me,
I want to kiss your lips,
I want to press you against me,
Feel the curve of your hips.
Running my fingers across your cheek,
I am lost for words, unable to speak
But the feeling in my heart is that of love
This moment is my version of heaven above.
I want to be here for ever,
Just you and me,
This moment is just us
Eternally free.
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 4:00 PM UTC
Under the oak tree we leisurely lie,
Starring upward at the blue of the sky.
Watching the clouds slowly drifting,
Feeling my heart rising, slowly lifting.
The softness of the blanket,
Is as soft as your skin,
Your white cotton dress,
Gives you an angelic akin.
I want to hold you against me,
I want to kiss your lips,
I want to press you against me,
Feel the curve of your hips.
Running my fingers across your cheek,
I am lost for words, unable to speak
But the feeling in my heart is that of love
This moment is my version of heaven above.
I want to be here for ever,
Just you and me,
This moment is just us
Eternally free.
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