The leaves fell softly
on that misty morning, as you walked
down the garden in your peasant dress and long
you whispered an unspoken melody that
drifted past my soul...pushed
me tight against the oak tree...your kisses
breathed a liquid fire.......
resistance was futile in your scented arms
" Go ahead and scream....no one will hear us"
you said....my will melted into you when you
bit my neck....day became night
when we made Love in the....Enchanted Wood