As the breeze wrapped the harvesting pines
In it's carefree essence
The moon smiled coyly
It's reflection shimmering
In the granite river
A drop from the sky
Smoked my eyes
The crispiness of the air
Roused my senses
A tingling sensation spread all over
My bosom heaved in anticipation
To be caressed
Mesmerized, I stood there
In the individualistic elements of nature
The moon blushed
Seeing the three of us
My sensuality
With an amorous dalliance
With water and wind.
©LR
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