Music as Such

what I’ll bring with me,
the field of dreams in the meadows,
my soul and my heart.
 
I’ll will not simply forget,
the rolling fields of dandelions so serene,
fresh in mind, it’s so green.
 
somewhere I could just tell,
the heart is buzzing busily as those bees,
for them honey they dwell.  
 
there’s a beauty so pure,
silky smooth like the radiant petals of dahlia,
twined medleys pretty as magnolia.
 
ravenous swell of the clover,
he reaches out to every inch of her,
his hands traces all over.
 
dark mole at the center
the attention that got off with the right banter,
alluring as they got together.
 
the moments were of desire,
so subtle the radiance was setting hearts on fire,
a man and his stem!
 
wherever his hands do roam
scent of the flower but she give out a moan,
prize is her coveted throne.
 
sensuous was his gentle touch,
gloriously she  blossoms, it’s not too much,
it was music as such!