BENEATH THE TREES
In the cool, beneath the trees
He laid her down on forest leaves
He kissed her face, her eyes and more
He touched her soul, and found her core
In the silence of the woods
Touch said more, than speaking could
And as he spoke with flash of tongue
Into his mouth, her song was sung
She kissed his face, she kissed his eyes
He kissed her neck, her breast and thighs
She stroked his shaft, and felt him grow
His fingers stirred her waves below
And as they burned, with sweetest fire
He penetrated.....her desires
She met his stoke, and every thrust
On their forest floor of lust
Pax
A
2/06
And Even More, When Entered In
Over the rocks and down the hill
Crystal waters surged and spilled
It swirled and swelled an ancient song
Free to be.....where it.....belonged
And there beneath the water's sway
Between the shade and filtered rays
Lived the spirit of the stream
Daylight haunting in a dream
She gave to all....that touched her skin
And even more....when entered in
To quench their thirst....when they were dry
She wombed the rain....from heaven's skies
And all that kissed her walked on fours
Or those who on the wind did soar
Until one morn a man appeared
To take a drink....and shed a tear
The tear fell in her crystal soul
And warmed the water spirit cold
Her form arose with outstretched hand
And touched the form and skin...of man
She coaxed him gently to the verge
As she ascended......he submerged
Into her wetness he was thrust
As she surrouned him with lust
Without a protest or sound
While waters pulled him ever down
He drank her spring by thirst and love
And he was never......seen above
Pax
A
2/06
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Love Tinka
that soars ! Splendid poetry, Anita!Really top-drawer!
Eileen
What is in the air? Whatever it is, I love it...
Lin
Sublime poetry; each connects with the other and makes us wish we'd written it, dang it! Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Take care,
Sherry
Great images sweep from the pages directly into the brain.
Felix
Regis
Peter