In the Glade

In the Glade
Her daisy-yellow dress enhances
Her tan legs as she gaily dances
Upon the soft and verdant grass.

Her laughter sprinkles joy around
To all who come within the sound
Or stop to watch the sparkling lass.

And O, my pride! I sit and stare
And know they all would like to share
The love she has for me alone.

She, laughing, tumbles to the earth,
Attacking me with joy and mirth,
Until “All right, you win!” I groan.

And now her lips are seeking mine
Much sweeter than the finest wine
And magically, our tongues entwine.

And, with one mind, we quickly stand
And running, laughing, hand in hand,
Into a stand of oak and pine.

And hurry to our secret place,
A glade we know, where we embrace,
And tumble to the mossy floor.

Our kisses now are hard and fierce
Her private grotto now I pierce,
And all she says is “Give me more!”

Our breath comes harsh and words are few
Our bodies know just what to do.
And passions rise to heaven’s stair.

And suddenly, there are no trees
No forest floor; no summer breeze.
And naught exists but what we share.

And now, the passion all is spent.
And yet we know how much it meant
As softer love again takes hold.

And in my arms, my lover lies.
With mischief shining in her eyes.
And love that’s worth much more than gold.

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