Raven

into the mountains, they're not far
into the forest, where there are
trails and trees to walk among...
further, deeper...dappled Sun

flickers in a gentle breeze
moving through the highest leaves
while on the ground the forest lush
is so peaceful in a hush...

a raven calling, echoing
the only sound where we have been
until we reach a forest glade
filled with sounds by insects made -

this is where I turn to you
hold you close to feel you through
shirts and shorts, perspiring
bodies yearning to begin...

cooling air as you expose
offering all, you strike a pose
touch yourself while with your eyes
you watch me swell as I rise

your hand reaching slips around
to rub yourself with me, the sound
of a raven echoing
is what we hear as I slip in