Against The Wood (poetic ' contented sighs' version

Under the tree, rising to the skies

I look in the beauty of your eyes

As the branches, stretch above

I strip your defences and make love

 

To my queen pressed against the wood

My tongue it tastes, your sweet bud

I feel the softness of your skin

As my love, slowly slips within

 

Legs and arms, they entwine

On your jewels, my lips they dine

Birds they hear our excited cries

As they ride across the skies

 

Bodies tremble, hearts they pound

Passion shakes the Autumn ground

I see the beauty in your eyes

Under the tree, contented sighs

Done