Boysenberries

The heavy sent of boysenberries;

Coming through second floor windows’, mixing with the view of your perfectly draped form, the lace clutching the curves of your glistening.

 

Through the side, they had cut a hold,

Twenty meters by fifty meters,

To reach the cool waters of the pool, in a mind numbing mid August heat

 

Suns kiss bringing beads of sweat dripping along the small of your back, your lap in mine, no one saw us in alcove sitting upon the swing,

Just beyond Casablanca.

 

What?

What was I saying? 

I was just thinking, how wonderfully your body feels, this close to mine, your lips sinking upon my love.

Closer - slower - move slower

 

I love you in moons new light,

Your body drenched in wondrous climax, wet your love pours on these sheets of roses.

You all ready know my hearts song, it's thoughts of love in you,

Where windmills dotted the country side as the tram sped towards Brussels, the roses caught my eye, they were Solomon "

 

Ten dozen the woman said?

I gave some to a little girl I passed, she was crying.

I was crying too.

I was looking for you

 

Lafayette.