Toward the evening, all alone, We walked between two walls of stone and summer birds were born aloft; The grass was cool and green and soft. You looked about, and from your face I knew that you had marked that place For us to lie, by all unseen; The grass was cool and soft and green. In that secluded special spot we shed our clothes and worried not, But in accord let passions rule;...Read On
Added: 25 Dec 2010 | Category: Love Poems |
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