This would be a perfect morning
for him to take the hand of his muse
and lead her through the dewy grass
into the grove beside the silently
flowing little brook, there to
thrown down the blanket that
had witnessed their lovemaking,
and gently lay her down on it
to receive all the caresses the world
has ever known, before she
would receive him.
12.07.2024
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