The Dream

Out of the mist the lovers advance.
Holding hands they lay down upon a mossy bed.
Lips begin to dance.
The tempo shifts from slow to fast and back again.
Soft kisses journey to the core of radiating heat,
Stoking the fires of desire.
Bodies entwine in nature's dance of old,
Making the sweet music of love.
Heartbeats slow as lazy caresses are felt.
The lovers wish it to go on forever,
But this meeting was a special gift.....
Only to fade with the morning's dawn.

~Sylvia~