A Late Spring Day Poem by Thomas Case

Alone in the woods on a late spring day.
Pensive, I passed time.
You were stopping wet that
April evening when the rains came.
Even after 10 years,
undressing you was like unwrapping a present on
Christmas morn. I was always
surprised, and never disappointed. I feel
anointed to find someone as
beautiful as you.
The touch of you and the taste
of you, is forever my heart's
sunrise and my dreams come true. Enraptured by your two
lips, I could sip on your nectar
forever, or until I'm alone on
a late spring day.