IT HAPPENED AT THE PICNIC THAT DAY

IT HAPPENED AT THE PICNIC THAT DAY

A Poem by andrew mitchell

We're laying on the blanket
Just basking in the sun
She beckons me "come closer"
Sipping wine ; we become one.

Fuelled with desire
Senses all inflamed
There's no putting out this fire
A love that cannot be tamed.

I'm deep within her love
While caressed by the sun
We embrace love together
The feast has just begun.


As for the rest of the story
I leave it all up to you,
I leave the view, your imagination.

Pausing now to catch my breath


I have to finish our consummation.   ;)

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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alf
Hi Andrew. This one has such a ring of authenticity, not that I'm asking for confirmation, just speaking as a reviewer!! So delicately phrased, but leaving the reader convinced of the intent. Great piece of writing, alf

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