rosy moments
by elena inoke
dying rays in the edge of the sky give in to darkness.
withering plants bow their heads as leaves they dance in the wind like balarinas settling down to cover a nest of sacred lust.
souls were cuddled bare in the womb of mother nature lay figures asleep resting from a night of sweet merry.
moulded hip to hip like snakes gliding in piles of golden suckamow leaves surrounding the memories of fresh kisses. The dampened leaves cling to the bareness of these delicate souls in love.
bowing soldiers of Nature took upon themselves a glance at these lustrous events with adoration. such passion such intensity in the bondage marvelled and welcomed by all who lay silently in mothernatures lair like spectators in thearter absorbing the symphony of natures gravitational pull between these sweet ones.
Poetry
Gay Love ADVICE
