Awaken

Awaken

Come meet me in the meadow; break of dawn.
By tulip tree that blooms in early spring.
We'll watch a doe emerging with her fawn.
Just listen; morning dove's begin to sing.
We'll take in all that nature has to bring.
Soft hands run down my neck, across my breast.
The light strikes stones and glimmer off your ring.
I pull you close your head upon my chest.
We lay there, holding pose; gentle caress.
Is this a fairy tale of cloudy steam.
I look upon you thinking your the best.
I never want to wake up from this dream,
nor; end up all alone just like the rest.
For; it felt so damn good I must confess.


(Spenserian)