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Forest Fantasy |
We frolic in a secluded meadow
this lush, emerald-hued carpet
beneath our naked bodies
springtime cherry blossom petals
strewn about our bed of foliage
accenting the pink of our naturalness
gyrating to the soft winds
molding us into the sacred caresses of manifest joy
reflecting the universal energies
you, my succulent & seductive goddess of the hearth
fragrant as the ruby red roses that encircle us
smooth as the velveteen leaves
that reach out towards us
O my delicious priestess
to me, blossoming beauty
I, your solar priest/prince
hard as the mighty oak
that grows bold & upright about the wood
& so I am
caught in the splendor of your chrysanthemum kisses
pouncing playfully as a nymph & Pan
our passionate perspiration pastes the pink petals upon us
rolling around in this paradise of mystical green
ivy-entwined embrace of ecstasy
as if drunk on the wine of Bacchus
sharing this magickal moment
the soft, refreshing floral breeze
the rhythm of our breath
that has become one
as we are
in this fantastic forest of fantasy.
copyright 2007
Sir Mark
Bruback |
