Snow covers the hills,
and blankets the trees.
Oh, how I long,
for summer's warm breeze,

When the trees stand so tall,
with majestic poise,
waving in the wind,
drenched in turquiose.

When the roses blossom,
with an impelling intent,
yearning to be fondled,
and ravished for their scent.

When the grass feels so soft,
and moist around my feet,
compelling me to bask,
in its glory so sweet.

When the birds sit on thrones,
in places of high,
singing in ecstasy,
beneath the blue sky.

When the sun emits its warmth,
with a kiss against my skin,
as I nestle on the porch,
with an orgasmic little grin.


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Cindy Penney
  Submitted By: Cindy Penney