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April 17, 2005

Hammock

Oak tree arms
Cradle me
Your body--so warm and gentle
On top
And I can feel
Your sweet tender leaves
Pressing against me
Whispering in my ears
Kissing my face
While we work up
The most desirable type of sweat
Born of passion and pleasure
Bodies moving so rhythmically
As one
And I reach out my hand
Tightly grabbing your firm trunk
Pulling you closer towards me
Releasing my inhibitions
I desire to taste
Honey, sap and bark
Hearing and feeling
That you (and I)
Have reached the sacred moment
Of souls entwined
I lay in your boughs
Relaxed and happy.

Posted by BlueWolf on April 17, 2005 07:07 PM