in the sanctum
of the long grass
wordless moans
seep through lips
like nectar sucked
by parched bees
long from the hive
serene and free
laying entwined
with stars prancing
to a cosmic trot
momentarily
the moon's a puppet
strung by fingers
still wet with honey
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3 thoughts:
So we've moved from the seasons to the earth & sky. two lovers who need not say anything, but say so much to each other under a moon they control from nectar sucked, wet with honey.... it's all too much to take in at once almost.
so sexy.
oh honey! you shouldn't have! absolutly love this! great visuals, sensual, sweet
This created sweet, sensual images as I read each line. I loved the "like nectar sucked by parched bees" line.
The beauty of two becoming one...Thanks for a great read, Peter.
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