Soft days of perfect light

Filled with earthy sights and sounds

Bring joy

And peace.

Walking though the day

Holding your hand,

Seeing your mouth curve just for me,

And sharing this sensory heaven

Makes my heart race.

The evening will be full

Of skin

And kissing

And more.

Right now I want you

To take me against that tree,

To run your hand up my thigh

And touch my wetness.

Yes, I know we could be seen

But my body does not care.

I want you.

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