The grass is so green
Down in the meadow
Beside the glistening stream
A cowbell rings
Tolling for lovers
Beside the sparkling water.
Our fingers touch and
A shock jolts our bodies
As we tremble with passion.
The air is hot and still.
Nature's sounds are magnified
As we reach for each other.
Fumbling with our clothes
We caress one another
With hot lips and sweet kisses.
The fragrance of crushed grass
Mingles with the scent of wild roses
As the sun heats our naked flesh.
Lying together on our blanket,
We make love with an urgency
That takes our breath away.
Afterwards, we lay side by side,
Holding hands, touching
And whispering our love.
That romantic summer's day,
Filled with joy and delight,
And so many years ago.
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 1:58 PM UTC
The grass is so green
Down in the meadow
Beside the glistening stream
A cowbell rings
Tolling for lovers
Beside the sparkling water.
Our fingers touch and
A shock jolts our bodies
As we tremble with passion.
The air is hot and still.
Nature's sounds are magnified
As we reach for each other.
Fumbling with our clothes
We caress one another
With hot lips and sweet kisses.
The fragrance of crushed grass
Mingles with the scent of wild roses
As the sun heats our naked flesh.
Lying together on our blanket,
We make love with an urgency
That takes our breath away.
Afterwards, we lay side by side,
Holding hands, touching
And whispering our love.
That romantic summer's day,
Filled with joy and delight,
And so many years ago.