I often wonder                 why dreams of dark
dusk and steam               are less lovely when
laid bare- starkly            cast and compared to
soft soothing                    streams of nature
nurtured into a                perfect, picturesque pattern.


Making love is                a motion, movement,
action of one                    and one together taking
and giving til                   sparks are struck and
songs are spun                and who—who are we
to hold their                      hearts in helotry.

Written by SusyQ918
Just sassing it up one day at a time.