Beneath her wicked smile, and a waning moon's
cool kiss on a steel blue cold September,
I lay with innocent fresh flushed cheeks,
barely daring to touch her breasts as they swelled
then fell to a rhythm of breathless passion
as she guided me in through open doors
to a dance deep within her...
Then I was no longer the boy with eyes fixed
on high boughs, with knees to skin,
and heady heights to conquer... but tempted
more by the swollen fruit, ripe and dripping sweet
with a fresh morning dew, from the lower limbs
of heavy laden branches.
