The heady scent of the golden meadow
Where warm sunshine kisses lingered
Upon tall shoots of grass swaying
In a gentle summer breeze…
Wantonly teased my senses!
Emerald green ferns naughtily fondled
The meadow’s edge, where a babbling brook
All but hidden neath a sea of green
Meandered down into the forest…
Beckoning me into nature’s embrace!
Fragrant trees, splendidly gowned
In irresistibly alluring couture
Designed to tantalize
Even the most virtuous soul…
Sensuously waved their limbs at me!
And I was a willing captive!
For every part of me tingled
With the excitement of surrender
To the intense passion sated only…
In Mother Nature’s arms!
© Annabel Sheila
Love,
Christine
of Mother Nature's arms..beautifully penned Anna.
Lady Mary Ann
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Your friend; Mark
In irresistibly alluring couture"
You make nature come alive and your love of her really comes through
Nature in all her splendor can do that, I am always willing to be with her for longer than I usually can. wonderful write.
Budd
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