Wind River
Shining down in the pale moonlight; A stolen kiss- A simple delight. As the bodies lie quiet and still; Around the fire a smokey veil- An erotic thrill. The river running smooth and silky Across the rocky land As a rush of warmth comes from a firm hand. Gaining rapid speed As the river patiently twist and turns, Through the forbidden valleys A peek of Faith and a touch of Sin The sun sinking steady, burning into the night, Shivers traveling through the naked bodies holding tight. In the water’s... Sign in to see full entry.