Sounds of nature abound in the stillness of time
Branches waggle
Silent symphony of intoxicated leaves
Glass of wine shivers atop the rickety table
Beads of sweat erupt
The patio chair moans
His weight is on me
My left hand is ready to rip off the arm rest
Fingers dug deep into his skin
Heaving chests
Drops of sweat falling
The passion and the fray
Lips breathless and busy
The yearning soars
And then it ends
Bodies collapse
Sounds of nature abound in the stillness of time.......
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