It’s a hot and sultry afternoon
and here beneath my tree,
I might have sung a different tune
if you’d been here with me.
The springy grass becomes our bed,
a blanket for a sheet,
cushions where we lay our head,
the earth beneath our feet.
Shielded from the sun’s bright glare
in dappled shade we lie,
golden rays streak through your hair
all nature gives a sigh.
Our fingers move, the slightest touch
sends shivers down our spines,
one look, one smile that says so much,
we’ll read between the lines.
The early evening brings a kiss
and stars put on a show,
the promise of a night of bliss
as passions start to grow.
We leave our garden of delight
the moon is on the rise,
to Mother Nature say, “Good Night”,
no more for prying eyes.
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