Laying in Sweet Grasses
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Puffs of pillow white drift gently through the blues: The blue, blue sky and the cornflower petals that waver in the breeze - a warm trickle of air that dances phantom patterns in three dimensional space. My hands reach out, up through the grasses, to pull you close to me. Then comes the perfume to intoxicate my brain. A subtle note of musk with sandalwood afloat wafts into my lungs to magnify my lust, my adoration of this my life with you, laying in the grasses that bury us in green and make our passion private and so unseen. A bird calls a taunting from high above us here, but our tongues entwine through lips that are flaunting kiss upon kiss upon kiss. And we are lost in lover's bliss, in the roar of passions blood, the drumbeats of hearts that thud, the rustle of love's disrobing, the feeling of flesh divine that culminates in yours and mine joined as one, as one, as one... joined as one, as one. © Allen Ansell 2023
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