Painting by Andrew Wyeth
photo presented by Magpie Tales
poetry challenge by Tess Kincaid
Harley
she laid upon the cool dewy grass
admiring his physique
in the moonlight
his body cloaked in powdery pollen
from their romping on the hillside
they had made love
after skinny dipping
the lake
cool and refreshing
after a long days Harley ride
she became transfixed
with the single beam
from the motorcycle's head light
symbolizing how quickly
they had become one
their attraction was intense
their bodies were re-born in their union
nothing mattered
everything was effortless
molding together as smooth
as the Harley's unique purr
they were headed toward
Big Sur
the rest
would unfold as they rode
into their destiny...
©~dkb~
6 comments:
:-)
Alas, I have a memory of being covered with chiggers after having a romp out in the open like that years ago. Needless to say, I like your story much better.
Love in the company of nature - nothing like it!
Anna :o]
Will her chariot turn into a pumpkin come midnight ?
So romantic and sensual love it!
Ah the destiny of love...such a beautiful and sensual write! :-)
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