A Storybook of Poems

A Stony Rock

A rock alone in the middle of the stream hoping the lovers would come back to serve them a great comfort. It has wondered why it has been so long they've been here on the rock. The couples used to come visit the rock as day breaks into night. He would lay there on the rock talking to her in a low seductive whisper voice for a while. Laying there with only jeans on, his chest fully exposed to her as the water passionately flow over his stretched out arms and legs. There was a nice cool breeze in the air with the aroma of flowers from the field next to the river of love. The lightness of the night wasn't bright nor dark but enough to give them the feeling of caress from the wind, breeze, river, and even their partners.
Ardent lover would be all that there was between the couple. The more their body would touch each other, the more they would glow into the night sky. She felt the intense feeling of him reaching and touching her soul. She lost control of herself to him. He had somehow drawn her soul to his. He had known this place would help him capture her heart, her love, her soul and light the candle within. She couldn't help but to lower her lips close to his as she was lying on top of him.
There was no longer a fear of slipping and be trapped in the flow of the river. He had taken that away from her. She had jeans all cut up that her whole legs and buttocks could be exposed and feel the breeze caressing her legs. Her tank top was so thin they could feel each other's chest touching the soft, silky skin. She wasn't sure if she wanted to kiss him since they have just met. But the way he had touched her, how could she resist. She just lowered her lips closer and closer to his. She had seen him move towards her.
Yes! They kissed.
Their poetic minds had spoken. They just froze and looked at each other. He looked into her eyes with amazement and said "My lips pressed themselves involuntarily to hers - a long, long kiss, burning intense - concentrating emotions, heart, soul, all the rays of life's light into a single focus. Bulwer."
It took her a while to think of something to say, she was speechless for a moment.
"A pleasing trembling thrill through all my blood whenever you touch me with your melting hands but when you kiss, Oh! 'tis not to be spoken!" They realized that love had spoken for them not knowing where the words had come from.
The rock who is usually emotionless has gone melancholy. Wondering what had happened to the supposedly inseparable couple. It could feel and hear the river of life flowing crazy in their body.