Flowers In Her Hair
Strolling hand in hand with Julie through Golden Gate Park
We've been in love for so long as people still stare, at two beautiful girls
Loving to tease the tourist sometimes when finding a camera and we smile
Softly kissing while gently caressing one anothers breast
Giggling amid a snapshot or two and then upon our way; chasing butterflies
Her lovely sundress the sun warm upon our skin and she loves
Wearing flowers in her hair; falling to the grass to taste her lips sending chills
Of ecstasy for the ten thousandth time through my heart
Always since the very first moment when we made love both, at nineteen
Julie revealing joyfully her pleasures and her desires; amid rivers flowing freely
Crying thrusting reaching unto the sky, wearing, flowers in her hair; my beloved.
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