Distant LongingbyErotic Reverie©
At ten o'clock, meet with me,
Behind the garage by old hickory tree,
On first night of full moon,
In the beloved month of June.
On the pathway we will meet,
For our first private retreat,
Hidden away from peering eyes,
Judgmental figures and lurking spies.
Secreted away in wisteria scent,
We will kiss in blessed event,
Free of intrusion from prying ones,
Meddlesome beggars and daylight sun.
I'll grace your lips like soft spring rain,
Finally touched, free of distance's pain,
Bodies will hold in Moon Vine embrace,
As we look at each other face to face,
And heed the moment holding tight,
Lovers fearing coming day's light.