Sweet Summer, 1912, John William Waterhouse |
sweet days
of summer she longs to relax
lying by the fountain she craves a drink
romantic dreams, time slipping through the cracks
ah the thorns of love , roses of blush pink
fresh water to cool her burning desires
exposing herself, yearning for his touch
in waves of heat who knows what will transpire
fanning lustful thoughts , a heart beats too much
composing a sonnet , two souls entwined
lingering moments , parted lips soft sighs
lost in the green oasis of her mind
sinking into pools of his dark brown eyes
traveling far beyond the garden gate
destiny awaits, what will be their fate ...
posted for Magpie Tales Mag 225
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lying by the fountain she craves a drink
romantic dreams, time slipping through the cracks
ah the thorns of love , roses of blush pink
fresh water to cool her burning desires
exposing herself, yearning for his touch
in waves of heat who knows what will transpire
fanning lustful thoughts , a heart beats too much
composing a sonnet , two souls entwined
lingering moments , parted lips soft sighs
lost in the green oasis of her mind
sinking into pools of his dark brown eyes
traveling far beyond the garden gate
destiny awaits, what will be their fate ...
posted for Magpie Tales Mag 225
sharing with Poets United