Analysis of Just Thinking

bright, shining, blue, intelligent, wise.

And in fountains water pools until it overflows,

unto the streams that nobody knows.

Beneath trees that reach high yet higher it seems.

And with the wind the leaves fall into dreams.

And smells of lavender release tension and care,

unflinching relaxed you sit there.

And I ask about where we are, breaking the silence.

Your finger to my lips,

you restore the quite with your fingertips.

So out of curiosity I say not a word,

and in all the forest not a words heard.

And as we sit in the grass face to face,

my mind quietly wonders what is this place.

Yet between me and you I felt connection, a bond.

And of your complexion your rosy checks I grew fond.

A slight breeze in your face carelessly blew a hair.

I remove it from your cheek with my hand, eyes catching your stair.

My stomach fluttered from my un-shown emotion,

but to my face your opposite hand in return.

And from love, excitement, devotion

down your neck my hand slid in turn.

And though not knowing either of us you or I,

it just seemed right.

And from you no resistance no fight,

slowly in silence down your shoulders caress.

Thin with mine and your hands we are to undress.

And oh how you naked body's shy,

as fingers tiptoe across your thigh.

But every grunt and mone fades,

melting this thought cascades.

“A penny for your thoughts husband” his wife says

“nothing just thinking of a book I've read.”