She follows the sun as it rises
in the morning sky
her hair blowing through the winds
caressing her skin and down her
body to her feet
as they run in the sand
sweating and panting she staggers and
falls into soft tender arms and is laid down
and kissed until she is breathless still
the smell of wildflowers is all around her as
she looks above her to see the sparkling sun
and sees not what is caressing her
melting her into a stupor
blinking she tries hard to see and feel what
has her captured and swollowing her
so deeply into a sensual fantasy while she hears
the sounds of water and the smell of those wildflowers
she must remember this place so that she may come
back to this land and swelter in it's glory
with the sky beaming down on her warming her
That's it,it's the sun that has warmed me and left me
to dwell in it's splender and joy.
Underneath the morning sun, those wildflowers
will never fly from my senses.
Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 12:47 PM UTC
She follows the sun as it rises
in the morning sky
her hair blowing through the winds
caressing her skin and down her
body to her feet
as they run in the sand
sweating and panting she staggers and
falls into soft tender arms and is laid down
and kissed until she is breathless still
the smell of wildflowers is all around her as
she looks above her to see the sparkling sun
and sees not what is caressing her
melting her into a stupor
blinking she tries hard to see and feel what
has her captured and swollowing her
so deeply into a sensual fantasy while she hears
the sounds of water and the smell of those wildflowers
she must remember this place so that she may come
back to this land and swelter in it's glory
with the sky beaming down on her warming her
That's it,it's the sun that has warmed me and left me
to dwell in it's splender and joy.
Underneath the morning sun, those wildflowers
will never fly from my senses.
Coptright@2010 By Madeline C. Baxter
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