The air was heavy

 



The air was heavy with the joy of her
drowsy smells,none to match or mistake
new mown hay and clover,skin in love
fresh as new born babe,sweet breath,
sweat cooling in the sun and earth
She lay beside the rock strewn pool
clothes cast aside . .no need of them.
no perfume in her hair save of her
musk and sweat of woman,raw and free
the air was heavy intoxicant with lust
only vrgin lovers know, awesome fear
sweet sweat drying in the sun
our desire for all to see,
she reached her hand, put me to her cause
curled in supplication, yet I the supplicant
musk and sweat of woman and oils of Arabi,
mixing new mown hay fresh as new born babe.