The Old Beach Cottage
By: Fee
He rode a black stallion from the Northern clime
A white mare from the South carried her just fine
To a little cottage on the dunes past the water line
Pulled curtains, locked door, sips of sweet red wine
No phones, no TV, an old radio trying to keep time
He holds her in this dream as their arms entwine
How could sweet fantasies like this be such a crime
Her sweet morning kiss on his lips would be divine
If they could but awake just once to warm sunshine
Hoofprints imprinted in the surf wet sand
One goes North one goes South you understand
They fly past the derelict cottage on the shore
It seems no one wants to live there anymore…
~hugs~
Karen
It all becomes so close to the reader...
Axilea
Sounds like heaven to me. I love peace and quiet. It's even better when one has someone to share it with. Excellent imagery and a unique rhyme scheme throughout.
Sheila
Wow! That's a hot intense write Sweet Fee!
I hear an echo close by....
Warmed in the Spirit, Warrior Purple Lady Sweet Sheooxoo
STay Positive!
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Love Tinka
Love you cuz,
Selena
Sanja xo
Georg
Much love. Kathy
Very thought provoking, with a touch of bittersweet romance dear Fee.
;)Hugs
Cherrypie
Love,
Susan
Very sweet write, dear Fee! I love the imagination it brings with it. As usual, your sensuality oozes romance and desire.
No worries, Love!
Becca~
Carole~
Love,
annie
Love ya face Cuz XOXO, Rose
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
:)Christine
Hugs,
Marcia