Bathed in gold, hair a-glo, the deepest of auburn shades,

Form natural & fresh, slip outlining, every recess.

Breasts rising, softly highlighted, 'neath, a light cotton dress

. . . radiated a, warm tenderness.

A breeze wakened banquets of evergreen,

aside flowered brook & scented stream,

as we continued in wonder, in what seemed ... a dream.

Then ...

As the breeze, she turned . . .

& with "a look," like a caress,

did say: "Come to me"

from 'neath the shade, where she lay.

Upon that natural weave, of fragrant mint and tender leaf, we played. . .

until with murmur and sigh, I felt her bodily say: "Come onto me"

. . . thereafter, we were

. . . swept away.

The forest stood in wonder . . .

& heaven seemed with-under, on that fair summer day . . .

when with one last refrain, arching upward she exclaimed:

"Come with me my love. . . that we may, together. . .

fade . . . away".

Forward ~ Camp Snuggle for Lovers.

Back ~ Sweet Dreams and Lovers at Dusk.