The Meadow

     Walking down the long country lane I closed my eyes to recall the day we met. Eyes of Brown as silky chocolate. A simplicity and innocence of the world around yet wise to the evils of many.
     She was my one true love really, destined to never be together never to know how deep it truely could have been. All I had now was the passionate we shared in the meadow on that warm summer day.
      The day she confessed she was more than my friend but also my lover. I recall the sadness in her eyes if only for a moment.... Forever longing to take back what she said....
      I wouldn't let her as I kissed her warm lips, thighs, breasts...
Her soft moan of delight in my ears ringing for eternity.... could never replace the second in time we took our girlhood and became women........
       Her love so moist and warm ran the juices of 100 peaches. Nectar sweet and I licked every drop....
       Yes I long for my girl in the meadow and I know someday when I look out there she will be back for me. back with a desire stronger than before...