the vibrant colours of sunset
the smell of newly mown grass
the warmth of a fine summers evening
sat on a bench where so many summers have passed.
feeding the birds in the water
so many flock to within inches of our feet
greedilypecking atour breadcrumbs
savouring each morsel and treat.
we have not spoken for ages
just walked neath the tree's and the flowers
holding hands in a silence
that a true romance will devour.
rested , we reach for each other
our kiss with intensity grows
there's a spark igniting between us
that all new lovers will know.
suddenly , she develops a feeling
someone is watching close by
i search every inch of the horizon
but nothing catches my eye .
i turn to offer reassurance
to take her hand as we leave
but she pulls me closely to her
this is a kiss in which i believe .
she respond's so wildly to my caressing
this is not the shy little creature i knew
there's something inside her possessing
telling her my love is true.
scattered clothing hangs from the roses
she writhes on the cold stone bench
as my hands explore her beauty
our kissing turns to french.
i enter her lady garden
giving of all that i am
she bites and claws like a wild cat
yet i am her first ever man.
her scream's echo around us
more ! more ! she's begging for more
demanding to take the lead from me
we roll down on the floor .
she rides me me with a passion
demanding i treat her as a wench
she's mouthing words that shock me
is this the power of the old stone bench ?