I wrote a poem the other day that was filled with beautiful imaginings of you and I lying together in wondrous fields of colorful flowers and magnificent dreams.
It was an endless reality of ecstasy as the serenading sounds of nature filled the wandering winds with a peaceful serenity like the melodic songs of angels.
The alliance of our naked bodies sparked spontaneous rays of light that paraded through the sky in perfect array, casting luminously evanescent shadows of colors changing hue.
We both drank from the cup of love becoming one but flowing freely like wild blades of grass in Eden's garden, consecrating the communion of our hearts and enjoying the immense pleasures of our mind, body, and soul.
I filled my thirst in the valley down below where your sweet waters ran deep and abundantly. The taste was so fulfilling and so pure on my tongue that I savored every drop as it trickled down my lips.
Like all things majestic, I reveled in my virility and strength as you began to climb the mountain of my masculinity, screaming out in a blissful climactic joy as you reached the top.
I moaned, rubbing my hands through your thick, silky mane, stroking and caressing the contours of your body as you partook from the fountain of my immortality.
There we were two perfect beings, a god and his goddess, wallowing carelessly in a bed of lust and temptation, two insatiable spirits feasting from the forbidden tree, oblivious of tomorrow and engrossed in the moment, not at all concerned about life's trials or death's sovereignty.