The Picnic
Wander through the woods my love
The basket in your hand
Spread the blanket on the ground
In this tree and fern filledl land
Stream cooled wine and strawberries
I will place between your lips
Soft light kisses I will place
Like a stone on water skips
Sunlight dappling through the trees
Soft moss cushioning beneath
What downier bed could one desire
As it’s softness it bequeths
The sighing breeze echoes now
The whispers we impart
As our bodies gently dance
To the music in our hearts
lovely enjoyed reading. 🙂
beautiful!!I love it.
Lovely. It makes you want to be at that special picnic.
Lovely – so romantic
Loved it. Thank you. :).
Great poem Chris – you are a fantastic writer!
Very passionate….
Beautiful poem with lots of passion and romance.
beautiful poem