Darkness descends
Winds whistle
Through thick
Heavy boughs
I see her
Hair endlessly
Flowing, skin
Dark and smooth
She turns
And sees
Me, a smile
Eyes sparkle
She walks
Closer, eyes
Never leaving
Mine.
She leans in
Warmth encircles
As her arms
Wrap around me
I breath in the
Scent of her
Hair, honeysuckle
And vanilla
I hold her close
Soft skin, warm
Against mine.
I nuzzle her neck
She giggles, the
Sound, mouth
Smiles and
Hearts skip
Hands reach
Gripping, stroking
Pleasure builds.
The descent.
Whispered secrets.
The Weald 