by Joe Moore
It was Fourth of July weekend
Piedmont Park
Sun shining
Lovers walking
The way you love for your day to begin
It's about 8:30 a.m.
Grass still wet
Fog beginning to lift
When I feel the wind
Start to shift
It felt like it needed to
Cool me
It blew over me
Surrounded me
As if it wanted to play
It stroked my bald head
Blew grace my way
Brought me a feather
From a dove
Felt like the wind was giving me extra love
The day's getting warm
Grill smoking
Music serenading
My woman in the shade
Her feet rubbing against mine
Then she moves closer
Grabs my hand
Tells me she enjoying
Spending time
As her hair the wind is blowing
She pulls it of her face
One finger slide
from forehead to chin
it was so sexy it was
damn near a sin
she put her head
on my chest and
showed me what
rubs are made of
I knew at that moment
I was getting extra love
Then there came a kiss
I couldn't dismiss as a
Casual slip of the lip
For it was preceded by
Her tender fingertips
And now my face
With her hands
She grips
Tongue excited
Passions ignited
Now she's on me
Pelvis to pelvis
Grinding
Extra love had lit a spark
One so intense
One so intense
I almost forgot
We were at the park
Sun has set
We've played
From dawn to dark
The sky begins to light up
As fireworks start
Like stars bursting
Bombs hurling
The booms are introducing
The light displays
That are so soothing
Some times there are days
That you have to say
That God and the Angels
Are watching you
From above
For they
Have a way
To convey
That this is known as
Extra love
Submission date : 2009-08-30
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