Deep into the forest they meet
among soft grass and flowers sweet.
Kisses of passion, looks of love
the full moon's shining from above.
Clothes become unneeded
as dark thoughts and mean words are no longer heeded.
They meet in the heat of the night
Two lovers, bathed in moonlight.
She looks at him, he looks at her,
his words – the softest whisper.
"My love" she replays.
Soon in a world of their own they are lost,
not carrying what will cost…
this secret meeting.
I should probably stop with these attemps at poetry. I can't tell if it's getting better or worse.