Mountain Serenade
This oversized wooden chair feels oddly comfortable as we snuggle up on the raised deck of our cabin at the summit of an anonymous mountain here in Luray. No need for conversation. The tree frogs and crickets understand. They sing a superlative song of love as we, their willing and captive audience, take it all in through the senses.
The clock rewinds as our carnal instincts cause our blood to rise in temperature. We are young once more, and in a few moments will retire to our rented room to enjoy each other as though it was the first time all over again.
Afterward, at the midnight hour and under a violet moon surrounded by a canopy of a billion stars, I will recite love poetry to the one I adore. Love lives here, in this mountain, in all its glorious splendor. The tree frogs and crickets understand.
sweet sounds of summer
a maiden and her lover
intimate moments
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