Pear trees,
and sunshine,
whispering willows,
and pussy willow pillows.
Kissing you
underneath
the falling blossoms
of breezy cherry trees,
whimsical and pink,
like my cheeks,
warm with the heat of
adoration divine.
Your love feels like
cool, crisp juice,
quenching, refreshing,
apple, peach, plum.
Lips are red,
full of blood,
engorged like
sweet, summer strawberries.
I fall onto
the lush green
of a grassy hill
and gaze up at a
canopy of color,
like a shading,
shadowing umbrella
made of tiny green leaves
swaying gently in the sky.
The warmth of you,
like the warmth of sunlight,
covers me as you cover me.
My toes still cool in the air.
As you touch
soft hands to my
soft white tummy,
I fill up again.
Filled with feelings,
I smile and sigh.
A warm breeze wafts by.
The leaves overhead
sound like the ocean.
The grass is cool
beneath us.
The sun is warm
above us.
Our arms and legs
wrapped up like
grape vines
on a fence of
faith and trust.
You kiss me again.
Your kiss is so sweet,
sweeter than
Queen Anne cherries,
more like
mandarin oranges.
Heaven above,
how I love
the taste of
your warm
and juicy
passion fruit kisses.

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