Above the roots

Under my tree, I want you.

In nothing but a bow for me to loose with my teeth.

Under my tree, I want to taste you

I want to savor you by the mouthful,from tip to toe,lingering at all my favorite places in between.

Under my tree,I want to feel you

Grasp firm my hair, as I leave my mark,like whispers of lighting raced through your body,long after I am gone sensation remains, memory borne in flesh.

Under my tree,I want to see you

Etch the sight of your enraptured face on my soul.

Enclosed behind my lids,I still know your beauty with eyes wide shut.

Under my tree I want you

If even it means all our hellos are also goodbyes, still I crave you