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Tree Worship

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My dream lover is a tree.

Tall and strong and flexible
He survives all storms.
He protects, comforts,
Soothes and excites me.

He smells like fresh air.
He sings me a love song
When the wind rushes through his branches.
He takes my breath away and gives his in return.
His bark is rough here
With scratchy moss there.
His bark is oh so smooth here with
Softer moss there.
He tickles me sometimes as
His leaves caress me.

I would entwine him like a vine,
Blossoming against his skin,
The silk of my petals brushing his bark,
Teasing the rough and the smooth of it,
Embracing his warmth, his strength,
Drinking his essence.
I would cling to him
As we bask in the sun
And touch the sky together.

Loving the beauty of his nature
My heart rejoices to be in his forest.

Posted by ~R~