The Hammock

Slipped off to be alone
In the back yard I slink
My favorite spot under the oaks
The old hammock beckoning me

It's totally secluded from the house
Blocked off from the road too
Surrounded by sweet honeysuckles
Just me, the hammock and the butterflies

Of course you're invited hun
Slide onto the hammock
Glide thru my mind
Let's enjoy a relaxing swing

I see you in the clouds
Imagining us floating away
Spending time free and intertwined
Our hot flesh engulfed in passion

Elves and sprites enviously watch
Thunder sounds out as we collide
Igniting lightning as we scream out
Our ecstasy raining down