I held her hand as we walked along,
feeling her life, yes I did.
Then we stopped to look about,
and I felt her squeeze a bit.

I pulled her arm, she turned to me,
our arms did about each other go.
Our lips did meet, our bodies pressed,
and we did there embrace.

Her body pressed close to mine,
as my heart did race,
and I wanted her.

There on the lonely path,
we made love in the grass.
We gave, oh how we did,
as our bodies strained to please.

And afterwards as hands we held,
we knew the bells had knelled,
that our bodies and our souls,
had been sealed there on that road.

By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)




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