Son did shine
In that patch of clovers
As we sat so near
Your gentle touch
Letting all go
Brought a true rush
It was truly Devine
To not know fear
Caresses that shot shivers
Kisses softer than a whisper
A sigh drifted from within
Breeze whispering hidden thoughts
As we sat silent
No words for sought
your hands washed over me
Like the falling rain
Your heated breath was a song
With no name
I gloried in our moment
Intimacy memory never to forget
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