Wild Berries

With a kiss so sweet, thy hands shake with anticipation.
Just for thy touch, a brush of your hand against mine.
The tickling of your hair across thy face.

Breath on thy skin.
The look of passion in your eyes.
As if you've loved years of a short life.

Thy lips quiver, just from the taste left on thy lips.
Wanting to hold you, never to let go.
The smell of wild berries left on your pale skin.

From the adventures in the wild fields and forests abroad.
Intoxicating, almost mouth watering the taste it left on your skin.
Your soft hair, almost like silk, soft to the touch.

The scent left in your wavy hair.
The touch of your skin brushing against mine.
Laying aimlessly around in bed.

The photos of the fields, forests, scattered about the room.
Ribbons from the dress draped across the chair.
With thy blazer at it's side.

The glasses of wine on the bedside
Berries freshly picked from the fields and forests on trays.
Stems and leaves scatted about the floor.

Rose petals led from the door and covering the bed.
Rose petals in your hair and mine.
Finally drifting off to sleep.

The scent of the roses and berries,
Sending us into a dream,
A dream of a lustful bliss.