First Night - Poem by Rebecca Kelly
The hot night grew sweet love.
From the green glow moonlight shone
your gentle skin consistent.
Skin feels skin, hearts beat hearts
Quickly, climb the moss
your sweetheart awaits you.
Feel gentle now, see her yearn for your love.
Hard wood beneath her, stars shining above.
Silent breeze flows cinnamon sweet
though salty seas lay just below.
Freckles on his neck, her niche.
one, two. The target of her affection.
Warmth lowered above her
You could be happy.
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