It's not like they
had planned it
But sometimes feelings overpower
circumstances and demand it
They took this little stroll
her and him
The sun had just set
and the horizon grew dim
They walked hand in hand talking about
nothing and everything at the same time
Their conversation had the rhythmic pace
and meaning of poetry without the rhyme
The wild flowers and lavender
made the air smell so sweet
The marsh was so cushiony
under their feet
They exchanged feathery caresses
and quick little pecks on the cheek
becoming drunk with each other, light
touches ignited passion's peak
The fact that they were out in the open
never entered his mind or her head
Or perhaps this mantage of mutual impulse
had to be instantly acted upon instead
And there they were in a lover's bayou
totally entranced by each other
wrapped in reeds and in rapture
There they were loving one another
had planned it
But sometimes feelings overpower
circumstances and demand it
They took this little stroll
her and him
The sun had just set
and the horizon grew dim
They walked hand in hand talking about
nothing and everything at the same time
Their conversation had the rhythmic pace
and meaning of poetry without the rhyme
The wild flowers and lavender
made the air smell so sweet
The marsh was so cushiony
under their feet
They exchanged feathery caresses
and quick little pecks on the cheek
becoming drunk with each other, light
touches ignited passion's peak
The fact that they were out in the open
never entered his mind or her head
Or perhaps this mantage of mutual impulse
had to be instantly acted upon instead
And there they were in a lover's bayou
totally entranced by each other
wrapped in reeds and in rapture
There they were loving one another