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We, the trees
danced all night
unashamedly swaying
in our own secret, sensual
rhythmic flair leaning into the
familiar ecstatic breeze
as it lifted high
our skirts all the
way up to sweet
voluptuous arms
whilst it tingle teased
our pleasure.
We clung one to the
other deliriously
bodies linked in unison,
eager fingers entwined
as our ethereal songs
whispered to the
melting moon.
Oh what joy we found
that last night
in the forest before
winter came.
© Stella Armour 2015