Making Love (Version #2)

It was perfect

Just after our wine

From the wicker picnic basket

On our fresh down blanket

Upon the grass

Under a great huge oak tree

Lying under the stars

In the warm summer night

A slight summer breeze blowing

My fingers running through your hair

I was penetrating you with passion

In a steady rhythm over and over

Kissing your lips with desire

And staring into your sparkling eyes

The night sky was overhead

Filled with bright stars and constellations

The rustle of the oak leaves could be heard

As we clenched each other’s hands

Still, I would grind away

Rub our hips together

As I nibble on your stiff nipples

And trace the contour of your beauty with my tongue

Under that lasting nighttime sky

We celebrate together

Our unity and share our affection

Caressing your soft skin and kissing your ears

Over and over again

I push inwards and thrust

Bare in the warm summer air

Your breasts pressed firmly against my chest

It was just perfect

But you were not there

Not your mind nor your body

Not even a trace of your scent

And I cried alone

Under the nighttime sky

Under the great oak tree

Wishing you were there

© 2000 David Greg Harth

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