The Summer Breeze

The moon hangs, almost full
Whilst pieces of cloud scatter by,
The hay glide’s in the soft, summer breeze.
As we lay in the meadow
Listening; to the sound of the night

Night air made for caressing
As it dances over our skin
You stir, then quietly call,
My name hangs on the summer eve
Floating around the meadow.

You sigh, and move closer
Your; breath stirs, an awakening.
Our leaves join in a gentle caress
Exploration shared and renewed
Oh, so smooth and lovely.

We turn, our nectar meeting
Slow, softly, delicately
Building quickly to demand.
Crying out, beginning and end
Collapsing: Breathing ragged

The moon hangs, slightly fuller
We corn know our place.

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