Idyllic interlude,
Sweet moment in the day,
Head pillowed on your thigh,
Sipping sweet nectar from
Your honeyed well,
Hidden beneath the reeds,
Below your full, lush,
Low hanging fruit,
Tipped with hard,
Tantalizing berries,
Firm and warm to touch,
Delicious to the taste,
Sweet fruits which offer
Such fulfilling pleasure
And, as I amuse myself...
You ask for more.
Donovan Baldwin
