On a soft quilted blanket,
In the middle of the woods,
The air becomes sinful,
And the smell is so good.

A beautiful young girl
Awaits her secret lover,
In a wind blown dress,
Her hair wavy and free.

He runs up to her,
And she jumps in his arms,
His whole body consuming her
In a sensual way.

He lays her down,
Kissing her peach like lips.
Never letting her go,
Never letting her drop.

She pulls her dress
Up over her head,
Letting him caress
Every part of her body.

He undresses himself...

While she lets out little moans.
They know this is wrong,
But without eachother
they wouldn't be right.

He is the only one
Who can touch her right.
The only man
Who has ever treated her right.

She is his goddess,
The woman he adores,
Not the one he was promised,
By his fathers court.

When they are here,
This is their woods,
Their lovers den,
Where they show eachothers love.

But in the light of the early morning,
They must conceal their affection,
For their true love
Is not excepted









 
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