they hurried along
hand in hand
across a lush
green field........

the sun was
bouncing through
her curls....
as they rushed
on naked feet........

their temperature
was rising
for now it
is the time..........

to make love
in their
summer garden
where he feels
alive....................

© Suzanne Flynn, 2006 (all rights reserved)...
based on a short story

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