I is in the field, LOOKING!
Soft the touch of her hand
and sweet the look in her eyes
here under the night shrouded sky
we are off to a lover’s land
Her skin is like silken smooth alabaster
yet warm with the promise I seek
let not your needs be held meek
oh let them rage as over you they master
Kiss and know pleasure
love and know oneness
speak not to ever confess
and keep them as treasures
150?
150?