Anne-Marie Christine Poetry

You come to me
Under the golden weeping willow
We walk hand in hand
To our lagoon
Its water the color of turquoise
With emerald foliage trailing down the rocks
The air scented with lilac
And the love song of the nightingale echoes

In the mist of the waterfall
We kiss with fierce passion
On a bed of fine grained slate
Our bodies entwine with intense pleasure
I lay in your arms contently
As the warm sun dries our naked skin

Soul lover and my best friend
Meet me under the willow always
Come to place we exist forever
Our Lagoon
My heaven

Poet: Anne-Marie Christine