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love in slow steady Summer groove (A North-American Idyll)
love in slow steady Summer groove (A North-American Idyll) love in slow steady Summer groove The heat rises from the road ahead a shimmering swimming pool mirage as we drive and our<b> damp </font></b>clothes show this hire car's air-conditioner never really worked and in car surrendering to the heat gives us no alternative but to surrender also and ahead spot an unmade country road lined with trees as the road follows a river and so in pools of perspiration we turn from the highway down some farmer's lane byway and the car rolls and rocks across the bumps till beside the rough road a clearing presents leading down into the silver-green waters inviting and we prise ourselves from car seats and as alive as zombies walk forward and not far just into river deep enough to our necks listen to the buzz of bees and a distant tractor's cough gradually cooling and our thoughts are pooling to how alone together we are out here and we ease closer together and forget the heat the day the drive the country road as into light embrace we seamlessly slip and kisses gentle salt from lips strip and under water hands move shirts aside then over wet warm skin stroking slide this quiet spot now seems our own Eden better than back in the Sun taking a beating as move towards the bank and under shade of willows as we kiss and touch and gradually dissolve held close and tender and open in our souls seems this heat has freed us both as kisses taste of love and cool desire and you wrap your legs around my waist as at your breast and nipple bared I taste the succulent sensually of your body as your hands lock behind my neck and your body rocks a fulcrum on my waist and a fresh heat cleaner than Summer Sun arises from ourselves as we together meld lips and peaks and curves and teeth and breasts and hips and arms and waist against each other in soporific summer moves we find our love in slow steady Summer groove last energy of ourselves we devote to pleasure and holding close our ecstasy arrives together and the waters barely hold us up as we collapse falling apart and yet in mind close together floating there and knowing that never ever will a Summer day as hot as this one go by without us reflecting on this sweet river loving in cool silver green waters beneath the willow trees. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction |
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we have not reached Summer here so in these words I see a North American idyll (one of which I hope some can tell) as for poetry I am not sure if it is or not it is a tale of imagery composed tightly so I leave you to decide if it is pass or fail. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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