Love Outdoors

A gauntlet was thrown
To write a poem
Based on making love outdoors.

With sinking heart,
I could not take part
For that form of love, I’ve not known.

“Oh, but my dear,”
My thoughts echoed and sneered
“Within that very love, you have grown.

For the earth and the sky
Are an ancient lover’s guide,
As their cyclical interactions have shown.

Your planet of wonder
In quiet gentleness or harsh thunder
Depicts love reciprocal.

Their lovemaking astounds you
Encompasses and surrounds you
And human love emulates this very need.

Weather it be gentle or rough
It eventually releases and calms
Implanting and enhancing love’s seed.”

Beautiful....

I'll tell if you tell, ok...is it my imagination or do the stars actually twinkle during the moment of passion when outdorrs. God this brought back some very pleasant memories, I need to go camping more often.....awesome

Wonderful!!!

Thank you, Ainjel and Myst.

Hmmmm, huckleberry, without delving into a past where I'd built a reaction to maintain more of a third person observer mode rather than allow an open and honest reaction by self, I couldn't answer that question as I didn't experience of what you speak. Now, having fairly recently learned what I needed to from that and allowed that past to be left in the past, I'd have to say I experience an inability to focus my eyes, let alone my thoughts by that particular point, so yes the stars do most definitely twinkle whether I can see them or not.

Ooo this is sexy!!

nice one my fkw...

Very well written i like your style

Thanks, mig.

Cool, huh Kace, it didn't end up sounding like a stand-up routine - WHOOT!

kelli, thank you very much!

wonderful