Underneath the Trees
by Gregory M. Thompson
Underneath the trees, I leaned on her breast
Listening to her love, leaving her chest.
I looked into her eyes and cupped her face
And kissed her lips with passion and grace.
Somewhere now blows a nice, cool breeze
Underneath the trees.
She smiled to me and spoke of caressing
I complied and began physical expressing.
This she enjoyed and she kissed me again
Her lips playing mine like a violin.
We stood up and left in two ecstasies
Underneath the trees.
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