Day 72

You are my queen,
I am your king,
Let's sit on our thrones and sing.

A lullaby about a warm Spring day,
Grass all in our hair,
Being naughty, in the open air.

Yes, this is a semi-erotic tale,
Two passionate lovers,
No cares, just thoughts of each other.

We sneak away whenever we can,
Seductive glances and warm, wet kisses,
Planning out all our dreams and wishes.

Holding hands, we walk and talk,
Caressing each other's skin,
Arousing the senses, ready for sin.

We find a place high on the hill,
A empty pasture, with one lonely tree,
We embrace and rattle the leaves.

In a fit of lust, clothes hit the ground,
Revealing a passion built up for so long,
The sweat, the moans, a fire full blown

As it rages on, with so much control,
Scratching and biting, screams of delight,
Two becoming one, never felt so right.

The release comes at just the right time,
Sending my world right in to yours,
Tender words spoken, "I'll always be yours."