Making Love To You

A mountain so dark,
Lush green,
Brooding in
Nature's lap.

Rain, rain and lots of Rain
Falling incessantly
With unsurmountable love
Like layers of mountains
Going on
Forever.

Sitting together
To find ourselves
Happiness,
That comes with such
Innocence.

Unseen consequences and
Forgotten pasts
Is what bought us together.
The strings of emotions
Bound us.
Mesmerizing.

And we made love,
Gently,
Softly.
Heavenly, I said.
And you looked into my
Eyes!

Your skin was soft,
It melt like honey
under
My Arms.
I held you close,
Very close to
My soul.

You turned towards me
And I took your face
In mine.

Our bodies met,
Sweat formed on your neck.
I kissed your lips
Which burned with passion.
You writhed, and moaned
With pleasure
That you had never known.

And then you rested
Your face upon
My
Chest.
And we spoke
Amidst the lonely hills,
In the language
Of silence.

Valley of mists
And the scenery of
Neverland,
A house between the woods
And a golden hearth
Glowing with the fire of love.
It held the story
Of our love in itself
Forever.

Here I found
You, my Darling,
Hiding
Peacefully, comfortably,
Secure
Within my heart!