An Old Poem about Sex

Sitting upon the green grass on a clear sunny day,

Settled at the top of a towering hill.

Rays from the sun touched my skin.

 An illuminating silhouette.



 Tall trees of pine and oak enclosed the outstretched field.

Spirited winds danced through my hair,

 Tickling my face.

 Palms planted into the grass,

 The leaves youthful and supple.



“Roll down the hill,” my heart said.

My eyes are childlike.

Lying on my back;

Three, two, one...



 Nature had taken control of my body.

Gravity playfully pushed me down the hill.

The short grass entering every orifice of my face.

Face crinkled.

Smile grinning from ear to ear.

My laughter was uncontrollable.



 The rolling suddenly stopped.

Swirling colors of blue and white,

I spun into the sky.

A blissful state of euphoria.

As I laid on the cool ground,

I reminisced on the beauty—

The intimacy of nature.