As they spread out an antique quilt on which to lay, A breeze is heavy with the perfume of new mown hay. The sweaty and grueling labors of day are done, And the distant sky readies to swallow the sun. In her curves and sweet mysteries, his weary head rests As her hiding heart pounds wildly beneath her breasts. Whilst they make love in wild abandon, without a care, Their passion, in whispered utterances fill the evening air.
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Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)
Reviewed on January 31, 2006
This is gentle erotic, whispered romance, which so many do not get and use a heavy hand- good work.
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