A Passionate Evening

It’s already evening,

Sun scampered to his hamlet

Turned the charismatic sky into orange

Moon ambulating from the thorp, simpered ogling at me.

Tootling in the promenade,

My feet clasped with awns

I knelt on the hassock and

Held the serotinous ageratum

Zephyr smacked the scilla romping with my tresses

Sprinkling the aroma in the cantaloupic milieu

I gently waddled to the brook and sat on the sward

Dapping stones across the creek, I splashed the hands to feel relaxed

Ripples sashayed, birds chirped, school of fish are balletic

I lied down and had a nap.

Drops smeared my eyelids

I felt the aroma of breath

A mellifluous taste for my lips

I leapt quickly and

Lowered my head to see a mesmerising silhouette

She is a damsel, a ravishing beauty

I untangled her chignon, took her in my arms

Her lips quivered, eyes closed

And I osculated her gently.