Making Love on Summer Evenings
by cricketjeff on September 1, 2011. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Like the sound of summer raindrops as they kiss a concrete path,
Or the popping of the bubbles in a sweetly scented bath,
Is the brushing of your stockings as they decorate your thighs
And I slip a little deeper in the whirlpool of your eyes.
Like the scent of crispy bacon from a bakers that I know,
Or the perfume from a garden where the honeysuckles grow,
Is the promise you are breathing as your lips encounter mine;
Dressed in undiluted passion and a hint of dry white wine.
Like the glow of Autumn starlight over gold encrusted trees,
Or a million swirling starlings as they surf the evening breeze,
Are the patterns you are weaving in the fabric of my mind
As I glimpse the best you offer and we close the bedroom blind.
Like the touch of cherry blossom as if flutters down in spring,
Or the feeling of forever when you hear a skylark sing,
Is the way that you surround me, make me more than I could be,
Making love on Summer evenings is to live in poetry.
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