He was working the plough in the fields
While she, barefooted filled a water pitcher by the river
She shaded her eyes as she saw his body glistening, dripping in the heat of the day
Her look was one of longing and awaited fulfillment
Hard working days left their nights free to love
They had always been a pigeon pair destined for pleasure
Sharing the sumptuous meals she prepared with love only for him
Every now and then they would feed each other with sensual expectation
Knowing they would soon be feasting the endless depths of their desire.
Their lovemaking was a magnificent indication of mutual passion
They were rarely sated melting into each other again and again
Continuously professing their eternal devotion
With the urgency reserved for those in love
She adored him with a heart overflowing
That beat in unison with his at all times
And he so wonderful, knew how to keep desire at a peak of perfection
He held her close as he buried his face in her softness
Kissing, suckling…
Both reached heights of ecstasy that took them to paradise
His touch was her personal heaven on earth
And all it took was his nearness
She was his obsession, the core of his thinking power and longing
And she would not have had it any other way
She was his…and he hers
Their privacy evident by a bolted door
Their desire written in the stars
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