The Orchard
by Barbara Lynn Terry
 

In the orchard, about the middle
was a very special tree
one where every loving heart
would eventually be.

She met me there on a Sunday
she looked straight in to my eyes
she said this is the way
to beautiful bright blue skies.

She fondled my breasts and kissed my lips
she placed her hand on both of my hips
then placing her hand inside my panties
she joyously played with my clit.

She said we were two of a kind
and that our love would bind
us in all we had to face
all we had to do was keep an even pace.

We kissed, and fondled and kissed again
in the middle of the orchard we had lain
all our secrets and bodies bare
and we weren't even scared.

In the orchard, about the middle
was a very special tree
one where every loving heart
would eventually be.

© 2010 by Barbara Lynn Terry