She was enjoying the first warm day of Spring.

Barely cloths and knowing she was driving me mad.

I watched her read her book. My eyes worshiping

her perfect long and tempting legs. I fell at her feet and

I caressed her calves to perfect face and I told her.

You are my warm days of Spring and only sweet dream

I hold dear. I love you like a long Summer day.

Coyote/John Castellenas