Heron By The River
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We reach the riverbank and the air is cooler. I slip my arm around your waist and you lean into me. I could stay like this but your being so close inspires the need for more of you. You point across the water that is flowing slow and sure and there frozen from motion stands the devious Heron. His beady eyes wary. I turn to whisper in your ear as you turn to me and there we are face to face with me even more in love with you. Our lips have touched for a brief electric moment and the Heron is forgotten as the sound of the river is blanked by my racing heart pounding in my ears. But footsteps break through approaching on the gravel path and instinctively I pull away from you. The Heron, with a fish in tow, flaps his great white wings and rises through the air... We are alone again in our shady spot beneath some trees. I gently pull you to me and as we kiss your body bends and brings me so much closer to you. A passion for the nature along the riverbank binds us Like so many other things we have found thus mirrored in our very hearts and souls. Finally a kiss! And who cares if a passing stranger sees our bodily affection and love When all of Nature decrees I should only give myself alone to you. © Allen Ansell 2022
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