Sensual Poem – Meadow Again

Meadow Again
by Daniel James Burt

Moon hangs, almost full
pieces of cloud scatter,
glide in soft, summer breeze.
We lay in our meadow
listening to the sound of night
her head nestled on my arm.

Night air made for kissing
dances upon our skin
chilling wherever is damp.
She stirs, quietly calls,
my name hangs on summer eve
floats about our meadow.

She sighs, moves closer
snuggling in, once again
her breath stirs, awakens.
Hands join in gentle caress
exploration shared and renewed
oh, so smooth and lovely.

We turn, lips meeting
slow, softly, delicate
building quickly to demand.
Crying out, beginning and end
collapsing, breathing ragged
moon hangs, slightly fuller.

Poem posted with permission of the author (thanks, Daniel!).

1 Comment

  1. Thank you for asking for my consent to publish my copywrite material, Edie!
    So often people just steal and use one’s work…tis refreshing to be asked first.
    This piece came about in a rare time in my life when things seemed settled and peaceful. It seems it is my most popular work judging by the amount of times it has been hijacked…lol.

    Please keep in touch,

    Daniel James Burt
    summer 2009

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