Under The Willow
a blanket spread on dark damp loam.
Cicadas chirrup their hypnotic song
the air, ripe with a heaviness
as a melon cools in the creek
As we lay, the sounds of nature
a breeze sweeps under the willow
lifting my floral dress, a glimpse
tempting your lusty eyes.
You brush damp curls from my face
and kiss my inviting lips
running your hands down my dress,
seeking my voluptuous hips.
The shock of your roughened hands
caressing the dampness between my thighs
I pause with a shock of surprise when
your urgent search sends me reeling
as you’ve found my place of delight.
you pursue your imminent quest
until you get what you want from me
my hidden soul laid open and bare
as my hunger and craving fills the air.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg